“Oh my stars,” she said gasping for breath. “That was what I needed, thank you.” I looked into her ice blue eyes from between her legs and sai..., “I would do anything for you.” “Anything?” she asked. I nodded, and then kissed her inner thigh, making her squirm. Andrea smiled at me then pulled me up from her legs and rolled me onto my back. Before I knew it, she had moved on top of me and slid my tights down to my knees. I almost forgot she was a highly trained soldier at one time and probably. "Wrong, the answer is the bill of rights," she said and walked forward grabbed his pants. She then grabbed his feet and forced them on him again. "Next question, how many states were in the Yup, that was a boner-killer. He thought that maybe they were close to something but she shoved his pants back on, “well I guess it didn't really matter my boner had already softened he then optimized in his head.” He looked shamefully up into her eyes he then realized how close they were and he. I attended French class afterward, and thought a bit about Sherry, but figured that either Patty or I would get to the bottom of things by the end of the day.As I was leaving French, my seventh period class, I found Camille waiting for me at the door to my classroom."Jim!" Camille said. "I need to speak with you." Sure, Cammy," I said. "I'm heading to English..." You're going to have to skip it, Jim. It's very important."This was a day of mysteries and "very important" things.I sighed. Camille. The pretty blonde wives of the black professional football and basketball players had their fantasies fulfilled every night of the week and then some. While O.J. Simpson was probably guilty of killing his own wife because she played around on him, he needed to teach the white bitch a lesson. O.J. was one of the first Negro athletes to show the white man that the Negro could steal their beautiful white women right out from under their nose. Not only that, he rubbed his lust for beautiful blondes.