Black Girl Pool
Black Girl Pool
I lay back,
gasping, feeling all over the way my breasts once felt when my babies
nuzzled for their milk. My clit was pulsing, and I could feel Tom savoring
the pulses with his gentle mouth and tongue, holding very still. He was
very attentive afterwards, by the way. He offered to wipe off my boobs,
but I wouldn’t hear of it–said it would be our little secret–so he
helped me into my bra and sweater “as is,” which we both thought was
terribly exciting, and he said kind things, and then looked at his watch
and jumped a foot–ran for his bus, and his little family, and I stayed to
clean up, and shredded the printout, and drove to Ringo’s with an hour to
spare.
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