I stood dripping in the hallway explaining how I hated to bother him but could I hang with him until my parents got home. He cut me off and grabbed a ...owel and told me to get out of my wet clothes as he hurried upstairs explaining he’d get me something dry to wear. I waited until he disappeared, and stripped quickly drying off my muscular legs. I always felt weird about my body because even as a senior in high school, I had hardly any hair at all on my skin and my pubic hair was almost. " You are precious and loved." I bent down to kiss her, her arms went to the back of my head and neck and clung so tightly that I thought for a moment that I would fall on top of her. I pulled away, and got on the bed on top of her, supporting my weight with my arms, and resumed the kiss. Her breath was so humid, and her tongue went deep into my mouth, I sucked to draw her further in, and she moaned lightly and squirmed. Then my tongue went into her mouth, and she repeated my actions, sucking. “Derek… oh my God baby… Derek… I… I…” “Yes baby, give it to me. Come on.” He leaned over, as he thrust, and bit my neck. I screamed, my legs tight around his ass, my nails digging into his shoulders, “Derek… OH FUCK… I’m cumming!” My pussy flooded his cock, soaking his shorts. He reached back and quickly unhooked my legs and moved down between them. He threw them over his shoulders and brought my spasming pussy to his mouth. I cried out as he sucked my clit between his teeth. I thrust my still. As the person in charge of the fiction resources at the library, she orders books based on patron interest. Lately, she doesn’t seem to buy any books for the African-American section. Before you go on about the recession crunching the state’s budget for libraries, keep in mind that she buys plenty of books to stack up the sections where white male and white female readers like to pick their titles. Yeah. Little things like that convinced me that Laurel was indeed a racist. I’ve always known.