She was crying. "What's wrong, Mrs. Lunardi?"Ruth leaned back against the counter. "She's gone, Jimmy. Jennifer's left us."Jimmy stood in the middle o... the kitchen trying to make sense of what she was saying. Mrs. Lunardi could be a drama queen sometimes, like the day when her husband moved out. Or when the divorce became final. But she could be a lot of fun, too, like when the three of them played Truth or Dare."How can she be gone? We're going to the Senior Banquet tonight. I bought a promise. The plat-form of his snow-white bosom, that was laid out in a manly proportion, presented on the vermilion summit of each pap, the idea of a rose about to blow.Nor did his shirt hinder me from observing that symmetry of his limbs, that exactness of shape, in the fall of it towards the loins, where the waist ends, and the rounding swell of the hips commences, where the skin, sleek, smooth, and dazzling white, burnishes on the stretch over firm, plump, ripe flesh, that crimped and ran into. I desperately wanted to get out of there and find Fran, but I had no idea where she might have gotten to. I rushed out the door, ran randomly up and down a few corridors - and nearly collided with Denise. "You'll find her over behind the science block," she calmly said. I nodded thankfully and rushed in that direction.I found Fran huddled in a corner. The more sensitive of the girls from her street, a freshman called Elisa I later found out, was there with a skinny arm around Fran's heaving. I could feel my juices running down my thighs and onto my hubby’s face; but I could not do anything about it as Randy had now total control over my body right now.He pushed my head down onto Victor’s dick and ordered me to suck it. I shook my head and tried to keep my mouth shut.I could feel my orgasm starting to build and the black man pulled his dick out of me and allowed it to drop onto my hubby’s face.I begged him in tears to stick his black dick back into my body, but he just said if I.