“Good night!”Demaine disappeared down the hallway.Demetrius started, “Dat bitch sumthin’ else.”“He shole is,” Rashard commented.“Yeah!...He a mess,” Jaric added.“Y’all would still fuck his punk ass if you thought ain’t nobody was gon’ know,” Rashard said.“Nawl, nigga,” lied Demetrius.“I can’t say I would,” Jaric declared.“Mane! Y’all niggas can say whatchu want! It’s all kinda straight niggas that be after dem faggit bois,” Rashard asserted.“You must wanna fuck him, nigga,” Demetrius. "But you're going to find out!" Lowering my face to her cunt, again, I opened my mouth, covering her mons and began sucking the dregs of our lovemaking from within."So good, Grampa! Feels so good." she panted, sill trying to lift her hips off the bed. My nose was embedded in her red-haired bush, and I breathed in her sexy scent, while my tongue wormed its way inside her hunting for more. "Grampa! Untie me! I want to hold your head to my cunt."Lifting my head, I just smiled and said. "Not yet,. He waved back and sat down next to me, removing his books from his bag."You're going to do work?"He looked up at me, a half smile on his face."Yeah... aren't you?"Of course I bloody wasn't, I didn't even have my bag on me but instead of pointing out this fact, I just shook my head."Do you have anything better we can do?"He had this weird look on his face, kind of a half leer, half grin. I tried to ignore it but I can't admit it was something I was used to. Guys generally didn't look at me,. “Remember what I told you. Shut up and listen. Be polite. And be on guard!”“For?”“Women on the prowl!” she laughed. “I left out some details before! Do you see the young woman over there in the dress that looks like it’s about to fall off? That’s the new wife of Clinton DeFriez, the board member.”“The one who looks like he’s about 150 years old?”“Yes. She’s very good at cementing deals and using that as blackmail. Her father is that guy over there in the tux with the gray bowtie. He talked her.