Could you come over about seven-thirty, would that work for you?”“Works for me,” I said.“I’m glad you can make it, I’m looking forward to ...it. It should be fun. So, until tomorrow…” she said, and then she put her arms around me and hugged me. It felt good but I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands. Then she turned and walked toward the checkout. I watched her fine ass all the way down the cereal aisle.--When I arrived Friday night Rebecca greeted me with a kiss on my cheek. There was mellow jazz. But ultimately. I was too consumed with my BIG CHOCOLATE TREAT to really give a fuck.I loved the noises the stud made as I sucked him and how he talked to me. “That’s it, throat me bitch.” Then how he talked to my boyfriend, “You better marry this girl, she fine as fuck.” Mmmm, that just made me melt!As we were driving around, we stopped at a few lights. While we were stopped at one of the lights, I looked out the window and made eye contact with an older white man who looked like he was about. I was sixteen and having sex regularity, so much so that I was not fazed, in fact outside wearing my pink little number, I started experimenting with getting turned-on, especially on nights I was out and not wearing it.On this night in particular I was wearing it, I added spice by wearing stockings and belt, a thong but went braless, as my nipples would stick through the woollen netting of the material.We went down to the next village pub and I sat in a small alcove while my boyfriend went to. Bob finished his drink and Sandwichers and I went across to him and started to massage his shoulders and back "you've been good to me he said, I'd like to reciprocate one weekend and take you away and spoil you", "what about your Mrs" I replied "I'll think of something" he said "i use to work away quiet a lot so she'll be use to it". For the next hour or so he took me in his strong arms and I cuddled up to his hairy chest and played with his balls and cock. We did make a lot of small talk and.