She felt giddy, and drunk, and sinful, and terribly excited as he led her to his car. They got into the back seat and he took her in his arms again, h...s heavy lips mashing against hers. His thick tongue went deeply into her mouth. He stroked inside her mouth, then he knew he was home free when her tongue slipped between his lips.He pulled away from her and started to unbutton the front of her dress. And when his hands caressed her warm flesh and went behind her to unhook her bra, she still made. Almost ten minutes had passed before I felt her hands relax and release my head from her grip and her body slump backwards onto my desk with limp legs dangling down. There seemed to be a permanent smile on her face and her eyes seemed unfocused. I gazed at her delicious body, taking in the beauty of her small pointed breasts and blond pussy hair."Please Mr. W, may I see your log now. I've been a good girl haven't I? I didn't disrupt your work and I didn't make too many noises while you worked.. As much as I wanted a chance to be with Helasia, I wanted to live up to my reputation as well.I leapt onto the bars. Time felt like it was barely moving as I willed the trolley to move faster out onto the water, to safety. I heard the distinctive sounds of claws on wood. Instinctively I began pulling my body up towards the line.I could practically feel her hands reaching for me. Time was still, the trolley seemed like it was barely moving. I became suddenly aware of a presence behind my back. I. I’m on an academic scholarship at UMass-Boston. Monique was really easygoing and down to earth, considering her impressive background. I mean, whenever I meet a B.A.P. I tend to hold my breath. What is a B.A.P.? Simply put, a Black American Princess. A young Black woman who’s pretty, educated and comes from a middle-class or upper middle-class family. That’s what I like. Monique had B.A.P. written all over her, and I wanted some of this Black goddess brown sugar. Never one to back down before.