I never got in touch with Susan again, but neither one of us was ready to settle down and I’m sure she as relieved as I was. I caught rides, walked ...and hitchhiked some more until I found myself in Kansas City. The easiest place to get work around there was the stock- yards. It was awful, dirty, it stunk … I didn’t last there very long before wander lust took me on the road again. I ended up in Detroit working on an assembly line for a while until the monotony almost drove me crazy, so I started. Soon he pulled the saree away and I was standing only with a blouse and petticoat on.His hands were caressing my boobs over the blouse and the movements of his fingers on my navel made me submerged in the ocean of lust. He kissed my jawline and licked my neck, I could feel his hunger for sex. I allowed him to do anything he wants.While I was removing his t-shirt, he unhooked my blouse and was madly kissing my cleavage. He pulled the bra down and freed my left boob and started to suck my pinkish. " He told Elisabeth.A few minutes later they got dressed."Oh god Tyrone, I have to have you again." Elisabeth told him."Well, me and the guys could come over to your apartment tomorrow." He told her."The three of you, well ok." She told him.A minute later Tyrone left.I then walked into the room."Oh hi John, did you watch." She asked me."Yes..." I told her."And did you like watching me getting fucked by that black man." She asked me."I..I..." I tried to say something but I couldn't."Good, then. There were no grounds for his jealousy. Robert and I chatted and joked and enjoyed each other's company during slow times at the restaurant but our only physical contact had been an occasional kiss on the cheek. Not that I necessarily approved of his hands off attitude. Robert was gorgeous, polite, thoughtful – everything a man should be. But I was 12 years his senior, albeit well preserved, I flattered myself, due to my slender build and the world's smallest tits. They still stood up perkily..