Ms D laughed. "Don't be shy. It will be LOTS of fun." But what if they're mean?!" I thought you liked mean." She grinned, which made me remember the f...rst time she had her way with me. I blushed a really deep red and whined a little bit. "Yes, I know, you like when I'm mean to you." And she was always sooooo mean! I wrote about the first time I was with her, but I had gone over to Mr and Ms D's house a few times since. She would always smother me and grind into my face. And she NEVER let me up. ‘You know your hair has begun to change don’t you,’ she observed seeing it was getting thicker, denser and more like hers. He told her he knew, saying it defied attempts in combing it. ‘What’s wrong Demetri,’ she asked sensing something. ‘Cold feet again — I don’t know what it’ll be like without a soul. Aren’t you worried I won’t be able to love you as I do now?’ ‘Who have you been talking to — why would you ask such a thing,’ she asked. ‘It seems my enlightenment has begun in bits and pieces —. Not to be mean, I mean she was also very annoying. I told Alisha what’s up, let’s meet up on lunch break, and went to attend my classes. Basically I got to know her better that year, and the rest of the time throughout high school, she started liking me a helluva lot. She was very flirtatious with me, and I was more the friend type, because she came from a troubled home where her dad was an alcoholic and I think he beat her sometimes, so I felt sorry for her and always gave her hugs, showed. I would lay in bed at night playing with myself and dreaming of John and what I would want him to do to me, and yet I could not exactly separate my images of John from those of Brutus and the rasp of Brutus' tongue as he lapped at my hole. The way his tongue would lick the entire length of my taint and then over the opening of my ass to finish with a little dip of the tongue tip as it entered my cavity. I couldn't forget how my asshole felt, the way it quivered, almost vibrating between each.