Ankita – me too.I shocked but remain quite.Me – can we meet.Ankita – when?Me – now if you are ok.I was expecting no but i got yes and that sur...prised me.Ankita – hmm ok.She game me address and asked me to pick her in 45 mins.I jumped and got dressed and call taxi, i reached there on time and waiting for her. She came out from her house; she looked great and damn sexy with a short skirt, long boots, accentuating her curvy Indian butt. She was wearing a loose shirt and her boobies where pointing. God, she was beautiful! Not proud beautiful like her sister, but prom queen beautiful. But I could sense something in her just from looking at her. Or rather the lack of something. Deep inside, I knew that she had none of her sister's iron backbone."Lieutenant Thompson?" No, I'm Lieutenant Lutgren" She replied with a serious expression. Then she smiled, and looked all of eighteen with her " please like me smile". It last about a second until she remembered she wasn't suppose to smile at the. And slowly opened her ass cheeks and was a tiny ass hole… just took my tongue outside and started to taste that ass hols with my tip of tongue… she held my head and was trying to push my head but that was superficial as she wants me to lick her more,,,… I ousted her hand hold it tightly and started to lick her ass hole and without any gap,.. and started to lick her pussy from behind till ass and back to pussy and made the entire area wet…. that scene was Devine and the taste was to die forAnd. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't the black part that made people avoid her, it was the Black With Attitude. You couldn't be in Lativa's presence for more than five minutes without hearing about the white oppression of the black man. How the white man had his foot on the neck of the black man and was holding him down. How those few who had pulled themselves up had done so in the face of fierce white resistance. Point to Colin Powell or Condolesa Rice and she would sneer and say that they were.