I picked up on the self-invitation to my bed and guided her to it.“Damn,” I thought, “Five years has certainly made her better looking. Has it d...one the same for her fucking? I’m gonna find out.”It’s difficult to remember details over that length of time but she sure as a first-class piece tonight and seemed to be really enjoying what I was contributing too. We’d dated pretty intensively for two months until school was out and I had an out-of-town special summer class. When I got back I was. When we entered, all conversationstopped. I was the only white woman in the bookstore, and my titswere still exposed, plus Charles led me in like a bitchon a leash. There were a smattering of black men,ranging from men in their 20s all the way up to their60s. The black man behind the counter was in his 50s,with grey hair. At the door was an enormous blackbouncer, maybe 6’5 and 250 lbs. of all muscle. Charles led me to the older black man, who appeared tobe the manager and ordered me to. My old room looked just the same and I found my diary still locked in the writing desk where I had placed it 4 years ago. Looking back on my thoughts as a 17 year old inexperienced teenager, I had to laugh at my naïve attitudes about sex and thing that seemed trivial to me now.The entire narrative about how my younger 16 year old brother had blackmailed me into performing certain services for him brought back memories of that time of innocence. He was always a devious boy but I never expected. “Uncle Joey, your turn! You know that you want Uncle Danny’s sloppy seconds!” Ramona teased him a bit, spreading her thighs just enough to show off her creampie.“Oh, God, yes!” Joey declared as he eased into Ramona from behind, still drinking his beer as he fucked her.“Give me some of that, pretty please?” Ramona begged Joey for some of his beer, so he brought it to her lips and she drank deeply from the bottle, “not bad, though I’m more of a tequila girl. For all I know, I might not have been.