"Hi, guys," Lissa said cheerfully, trying to hide the fact that she had noticed something going on."Hi, Lissa," said Monique. "Did you have a nice vac...tion?"Did she ever! But she wasn't about to mention the details. Instead, she dropped her suitcase on the floor and plopped down in the comfy chair. "So what's up?" she asked.Monique and Alya glanced at each other for a moment. Then Monique rose to her feet. "Well, I'm off to the library. I'll see you two later tonight." Bye," said Lissa.Monique. I can't remember her name but she was a nice looking black girl who as it turned out lived only a few blocks from my house. It made the ride pass quickly having a pleasant conversation about nothing much with her all the way home.My mother was waiting at the train station. She had left work a couple of hours early to pick me up. She greeted me with a not so motherly kiss, sticking her tongue deep in my mouth. I returned the kiss and told her. "Let's get home quick. We have a couple of hours. "Sure, man. Well I didn't hearnothing. So what is it, your imagination or something? Fuck, man- youare losing it."Mark said, "Oh yeah? Am I losing it the same way you are with yourcrying? You're more of a chick than Sullivan here."Devon reached out an accusatory finger, pointed squarely at Mark, andexclaimed, "It hurt like hell when you hit me in the jaw when we wereplaying football. And I saw you crying after Daniels pulled you by theear when she found out you were pulling the cables."As I. As he continued to lay on his back, I mounted him. So far it had been in my mouth but I wanted more. Much more. I needed to feel it inside me. So I got on top of my husband and lowered myself down on his waiting manhood. When it was completely inside of me, I began rocking back and forth and squeezing my muscles of my pussy around his hard-on. He reached up and began playing with my breasts first, then my nipples. For some reason, they were now super sensitive and I truly loved him.