I knew after dishing out how great he was she wanted to have him as soon as possible but I really wanted to get to know him more.
Finally after several seconds of silence she said okay.
I think that was the hardest to explain, after all how does one describe pain as something to be sought after, but Brittney seemed to understand.
We arrived at the mall shortly after ; it wasn't quite packed but not empty either.
Before coming to Frankfort he lived in Elk Grove, a suburb north of Chicago and while he was here he stayed with his aunt and uncle.
I also learned about his old school, how their basketball uniforms made them looks like Crayola Crayon boxes, how he used to have crushes on all the cute white girls and how they looked right past him, like he was invisible. Growing up around girls like that I understood that behavior well but I still found it hard to believe there wasn't even one girl with a craving for black cock at his school, it just didn't add up. "Tell me about yourselves." "Um well", I said looking at Brittney not sure how to begin. We just do regular girl stuff, cheerleading, parties and such." "So then are average girls obsessed with black guys as much as you two are? They just need to have it brought out, but me and Brittney were lucky, we learned to be fascinated by them at an early age so we've got a leg up." "I see", Kyle laughed as he rolled his eyes.
Kyle was a good sport about it, dropping his original plans to hang out with friends for malling with us.
We rode in my convertible with the top down, letting the warm breeze toss past our heads.