Marion was my college girlfriend, half black and hot. I fell hard for her the day some prof called her up front to do something, and all the class and I could see were these great tits behind a transparent lacy top. She was out there, rocking the class and knew it. I had to have her.

We had some great adventures, lived as a couple in a few different places, dropped acid along the way, and were together for about four years.

Marion came up from inner-city poverty. She used to tell me about the old black guy that paid her well and often to give her head when she was a young girl. She said it was a good deal, she got money and it grew her up to be a horny bitch, as she would say.

One of a kind and it was my privilege to know her.