Before going into the story, I really like to thank each and every one of you who mailed me to share your comments regarding my story. It was really h...art-warming and made me write this 2nd part.Here you go.Hearing a boy calling him, he at once sat down on the floor. Since he had taken his hand off my panties, I came back to almost normal. The boy who called him saw me standing inside the book racks but he couldn’t see him. Uncle signaled me to tell him that he was not there. I quickly. ”“S’lot prettier when it’s got cum all over it, or so I’m told.” Tegan said, slurring a little. The weed and the late hour and the orgasms were making her sleepy. She wondered if Trevor would let her crash for the night or if that was too ‘girlfriend’ for him.“Ah, that’s just shit guys say when they’re horny.” Trevor said dismissively.“Just sayin’, a girl is hotter when you know she’ll let ya do nasty shit to her, am I right?”“It’s a factor.” Trevor admitted.“Quoth. Error. Demonstrated.” Tegan. There was some conversation with Tyrone, Darren, two other black guys, and a few white girls. They were talking, and laughing, about the big black dick stereotype, which to me at this point was still just an urban legend. That little conversation stayed with me, and worked its way into my drunken brain throughout the night. Later that night, I ended up hanging out with Darren and Tyrone again, smoking some weed in Darren's bedroom. There was some other people there, but eventually, the group. This time he would be more careful. The last time he'd found her, he'd underestimated the situation. Here he was, thinking that they were playing hide and seek. And so, upon finding her, he'd made a big gesture of it, hoping to startle her. She made the most adorable squeals when startled.Well, she'd certainly made an adorable squeal. But instead of admitting defeat, as you were supposed to do when found during this game, she'd taken off running, startling him enough that she was given enough.