Cool Blogger: PIMP MY BLACK TEEN went into action. All of the sights that filled my eyes on the stairs came flooding back to me. The memory of Mrs. Blair's legs spread far apart made my cock lurch against my pants. Remembering her hard nipple bouncing as she laughed started my heart on a rapid pace. I prayed that she wouldn't see the bulge in my pants again as we entered the unlit kitchen. I sat at the table as quickly as I could while Mrs. Blair turned the kitchen light on. I tried to calm myself as she busied herself, making some instant coffee for herself and grabbing a can of soda from the fridge for me. I was caught up in her smooth movements, as she seemed to glide across the floor. In no time, she was sitting next to me, sipping her hot coffee and staring at me. I felt somewhat uncomfortable, feeling as if I were a suspect in some kind of devilish crime. I began to fidget as the seconds ticked by. Suddenly she spoke.
"Would you mind calling me Barbara?" she asked, shocking the hell out of me.
"What?" I asked in amazement.
"Would you mind calling me Barbara?" she asked once more. "I know you've been calling me Mrs. Blair all of your life, but you're a grown up now Joey, you're not a kid. I feel kind of silly hearing you call me that. I just thought that I might feel better if you called me by my first name. Why don't you give it a try?"
