Then I slid up to her bra and along to feel the underside of her breasts She gently removed one hand from my cock and pulled her shirt up to reveal he...r bra and slender torso. With a second soft move she pulled her bra out and up to let her breasts spill out. Her tits were amazing smooth light olive-toned forms. They had beautiful defined dark circles and were finished with thick, large pencil eraser nips. As I fondled them with my one mobile hand she leaned over me. My hand fell away as her. “Oh you have real potential you little white cunt.” Grabbing me by my hair, she pulled me across my own desk, and working a fourth finger in my pussy, she spanked my ass left and right. “You know why the symbol of black power is a raised fist bitch?” I was out of my mind in pleasure at that point, broken by the combination of pleasure and pain, dominance and sensuality. I should have seen it coming, should have been afraid. I was not thinking straight, I was not thinking at all, except about. Tiny, brown vs. pale, brunette vs. blonde, sporty vs. bookish situation, but perhaps she knew something we didn’t because within the first month of school we became lovers and best friends. We’ll never share clothes or shoes or make-up, but we share our emotions, our dreams, a love of sexy games – and on one incredible occasion, we shared Belinda’s mystery boyfriend, although I was blindfolded and still do not know his identity. At least I didn’t at the time; but the day of the shoe shopping. . but there was more. They talked and opened-up about things. She told him how her husband no longer satisfied her – was married to his job and cared for nothing but money. She was still vibrant and wanted to experience every joy and pleasure the world could give her. If her husband wanted to work himself into an early grave and ignore the bedroom… well that made one of them! Besides there was soooo much boy-toy material here in San Diego and at the university in particular; especially the one.