"I gave her a light kiss on the forehead. She hated when I did that, but she felt so guilty, I got away with it. Ha!I watched as she eased back into t...e room, part hostess and part participant. I was quickly forgotten as she approached that certain young man, her hips swinging with just a touch more sass than before. He and I both appreciated her efforts. She gave him a blinding smile as she spoke with him in passing. He gave her a punch in the arm. I could tell the kid needed help.JT, as he. Especially her black face, which was sensuousness, personified. So I stood on my knees in between her spread thighs. She opened her choot lips with help of her one hand and pulled my Lund with other hand into her choot hole. I moved forward and my Lund gradually went in her well-lubricated choot. She closed her eyes and asked me to fuck her deep. I began deep strokes in her choot that my Lund went deep in her and my balls slapped her asshole. She asked to fuck me deep but I slowly moved my Lund. Now my senses were attuned to it and it would not let me go to sleep. So I got up.The only bedroom door that was ever closed was my parent’s, ours were always open. I passed the girl’s room and could see they were both fast asleep. I stopped with my hand on the handle of my mother’s room, paused, took a deep breath and went in. The crying stopped immediately.“What’s the matter?” she asked.“I can’t sleep.”I heard her sigh “No, neither can I.”“Can I come in bed with you?” I asked.There was a. He had such a way of doing that and it worked every time.“You think I’m a brat then?” she asked, their lips still brushing. “You think I need punishing?” The words were breathless, her heart pounding as she spoke them.“It’s not what I think,” he said, his lips murmuring at her ear. “It’s what I heard from you. Yesterday when you told me your story … I think you think you need punishing, for all the mistakes you made. Tell me if I’m wrong.”Tabitha knew the truth of it. Her confession to him had.