Her knees were no longer touching, but her thick thighs still were.“A little wider, sweetie,” Jess said. Reluctantly, she opened them fully. I don...’t think she was particularly shy at that point, but it was a very vulnerable position she was in so a little apprehension was understandable.“Sorry!” she said, picking her head up enough to look at me through her thighs.“It’s ok, no worries,” I replied, her black mound now on display before me.“Alright, so the first thing will be to moisten the hair. She tried to keep her lips closed but when his hand reached up to frig her pussy and she moaned, her lips opened to his tongue. It became harder and harder to resist. Kissing felt so good! She started kissing him back. His hands roamed freely up her thighs. She told herself that it would be racist if she didn’t let this Black boy kiss her. His hand tried to push her legs apart and she submissively let him. Oh, this was so dirty. She shouldn’t be letting a Black man do this to her. But it was. He's the only man after me getting pregnant as has ever shown me gentleness and kindness, affection too. He didn't have to take me out to dinner to celebrate me passing my driving test but he did. And riding, he didn't have to do that either. I'll just have to make sure I don't show him my feelings. He'd never marry me or anything. I'm Erica's age and anyway I don't think he ever wants to marry again. He loved Jane too much. Oh well!"She did indeed watch her step and there appeared to be no. She was popular at school, while I just sat in the corner with my small group of friends. Our parents worked together and had to take off on a business trip for a while. Rather than pay for two houses or move us in our final year of school, they decided to move us in together. I volunteered to take the living room couch, letting Alexis take the only bedroom in our apartment.After letting the dog back in, I went to the kitchen to start making breakfast. I may be scrawny, but I'm a far better.