On my closet floor on the right-hand side are a bunch of stacked boxes. The one marked HS Stuff is the box you're looking for. Third box down in a sta...k of four. The label is turned to the wall, so you'll have to find it."Inside is a shoebox with something in there for you. God, I'm actually doing this, aren't I? Two boxes--the shoebox, and the box right under it."She paused a moment, mentally clearing her throat, I think."I am completely insane. I am lending you the things in those boxes,. It was getting fucking stupid, and when I pulled her up about it, she promised to change. And she did, for about a month or so, and then she started getting back to being the lazy fucking cow she was now.She knew we were fucking going out tonight, and what had she done about it? Fuck all! The last cow was sat in the kitchen watching some fucking chat show, while the gas cooker stood idly by. And the house as I had entered, was in such a state I wouldn’t have let an animal go in.I walked into. I laughed along, i completely disagreed with him. I loved the taste of his tight little arse. Within moments my dick was clean of any of Stevens arse juice and so was the outside of Stevens sexy little perched arse. He quickly stopped sucking and told me to stop licking his hole. As i did this he began to move to a new position. He got to his knees and supported himself with his hands he was on all fours, his little tight hole staring right at me as he said what you waiting for. He wanted it. Black girls aren’t usually my thing because they have way too much attitude for a slick but at times impatient guy like myself. What’s so different about Ayaan? I honestly don’t know, but like I said before, I was determined to find out. That’s why, I sort of, well, followed the lovely Miss Jawari around the Concordia University campus. I learned her schedule by heart, and discovered that Ayaan likes to hang around the campus library. I approached her one Friday evening, and casually asked her.