A faint trace of honeysuckle flavors the breeze. I stand and look down at you, your robe fully open, one knee raised as you look up at me in the moonl...ight and smile. I slowly fall to my knees beside you and bending forward, bring my lips to your hip and begin to kiss my way across its inner surface towards your pubic mound.I reach out with one hand to the raised leg and grasping your knee. Rotating your leg away to lay against the back of the seat, your womanhood opening like a flower before my. Usually, I go with some girl friends or other black lovers. But, I wanted Joe to enjoy dance hall music. When we got there, we were the minority in the venue. Joe was the only white guy in the sea of black men and women. I was the only asian ''girl''. There was no white girls that night. I was the only non-black girl in the crowd, but with little package. I don't think Joe really enjoyed his night. I was dancing, grinding other girls and guys. Joe was jealous, I guess. Tall, large and fit black. You look super and your body looks as good now as it ever has, even better. But I just think that dress is a little too…..(I was looking for the right choice of words, short and tight whatever).’ But she said it for me, ‘To sexy for an ‘old married woman’ to wear out to eat dinner. Well I’m not an ‘old married woman’ and I love the way I look and people at work told me I look fantastic.’ I said, ‘The people at work? You wore that to work? Jesus!’ Shirley put her hands on her hips and looked at. It was damn nice getting laid while my son was in school and I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when she asked if he was familiar with women. I suspected he was a virgin and told her so. Without any shyness, she said that she would teach him about women and quoted a price to do so. I laughed and said, “So you would fuck a father and his son both?” She gave a big smile and said it would be a treat for her as well as for us. I decided my son was old enough to learn this and this was a.