“The old coot’s been drinking our coffee dry for the past year, bemoaning everything that’s happened to him. His factory burned down, you know. ...They say that he did it hisself for the insurance money, but I never would say no such thing about him. He may be daft, but he’s no shady character.” She nodded, primly. “And you can take tha’ to the bank.”I chuckled, then flipped a golden coin to her. She caught it, then nearly dropped it. “For the information, miss...”“L-Linda!” she said, her eyes. I hate White men and White women. And I don’t care who knows it. I’ve never had a problem letting White people know I didn’t like them. To me, they’re all crackers and losers. They’re petty, dishonest, dumb, treacherous, and they smell bad. White people suck. The sad thing is that they’ve convinced themselves that the world simply can’t get along without them. They’re always traveling to far off places, convincing themselves that people in poor nations need their help. Give me a break. The. " The way she said it made me pick up my ears as I looked at her. She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, pushing her tongue in between my lips. My impulse reaction was to respond likewise until I realised who she was and alarm bells rang in my head. I pulled away from her. It was all wrong, she was so young, Jess' friend as well, not to mention I was married. "Mr.S. you are so sweet and so old fashioned, lots of young girls fuck older men these days. I am old enough to know what I am. "In kind?" Mike said, "I don't understand." "Well," she said, "you can start with these."Mike watched, amazed, as she stood there and began to unbutton her blouse, exposing a large pair of tits held in place by a light blue bra, her areola and nipples clearly visible through the thin lace. "Come here," she said, her voice softer now, "you can start paying off your debt by making my nipples hard." Mike couldn't believe his ears. The woman wanted him to pay off his debt in a way most boys his age.