This was another conversation he wasn't going to enjoy. Eventually, he supposed he'd get used to the teasing. "I see. And have you reached any interes...ing conclusions as a result of this conversation?"Moesha spoke up. "I'd rather discuss it with you privately. Can we go to my room?"Steve looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Certainly."There was a bit of snickering behind them as they left. Steve ignored it as best he could; he was following Moesha (and trying not to be obvious about enjoying. “I haven’t....”“Perfect.”He delved; my ass yielded. It was unexpected, both the invasion and my ready acceptance of it. He wiggled his finger and tugged at the clothespins.“God, Michael!”“You’re a fucking dream,” he whispered. “Beautiful, rare, sensitive.”Something cold and slick drizzled on my backside. My heart started to hammer faster.“Will it hurt?” I whispered.“Yes.” His lips were behind my ear. “It’s the pounding you’ve been needing.”His hand went down my torso. His wide organ pressed. I turned to him, "I want you to show this piece of shit what a real man can do to me" I said to him as he now undid my blouse buttons. As he pulled it off I looked down at Joe, "Getting turned on?" I asked him. When he barely replied a yes, I slapped his face hard "You fuckin' answer me when I ask you a question" I said and slapped his face hard again. By now Matt had unbuttoned my skirt and it fell to the floor. I had on a bra, panties and support stockings as Matt went back to kissing my. Her school principal is an idiot, she says.Like most men, she says.At home, she favors cut-off sweat-shorts and Fruit-of-the-Loom tank tops, assorted colors, a size too small. Her breasts stretch the fabric between them into shadowy grooves, and her nipples, usually erect, are sharply defined. I detect no panty line beneath the shorts. Perhaps she wears a thong, though none are to be found in her underwear drawer. Perhaps she wears nothing. It is something to think about.Regina doing dishesShe.