At age 17 while visiting my god parents, I once found myself in a backyard swimming pool with this 12-year-old black girl, the child of one of their family friends. We were playing and splashing around like kids. But she stood up out of the water at one point, facing away from me. Her one-piece swimsuit was all bunched up into her a**, and I got a glimpse of these two succulent little mocha-colored b*** cheeks.
We kept horsing around, her innocently. But from that point on, my c*** was rock hard, and she was a s***** object to me. I never acted on my feelings, but I wanted so badly to peel that bathing suit off and f*** her brains out.
More than a decade later, I still fantasize about what it would be like. She’s in her mid-20s now, an ex-stripper and still s*** as hell. I m********* to pictures from her Facebook profile, imagining eating that a** out.
