She took her time as if considering whether or not she’d really go through with it.“Your sister is about as stubborn as your mother was when I fir...t met her,” Dad said as he clapped me on the shoulder and sat me at the kitchen table.I could never imagine my mother being stubborn or willful. If my father was a tree, he would be an unbending and mighty oak tree. He provided lumber and built things. He delivered acorns of wisdom to those who needed it. My mother would be a willow tree that bent. But we sho is trying…all the time a tryin! As he said that, George gave a wide, white toothy grin like a big ol’ black bear from ear to ear. (Hmmm, no children. Well, one out of two was pretty good). ‘George, have you ever had any white pussy?’ ‘Goddamn Mr. Henried! No I never done fool around with no white bitches. They’s always trying to get ol’ George to give ’em some of my black licorice stick…but I don’t trust no white women, no how, and no way. Fust thang you know, they be screaming rape. “I can meet you there and wear a matching red set of bra and panties. It’s time for some girly office fun.”“Kristen you know how to get a girl wet. See you tomorrow,” said Bernice.I walked to Nina’s office and knocked on the door.“Come in, Kristen. I was just going to call you,” said Nina.Nina came from behind her desk and closed the door.“Did you come by to take care of your horny girlfriend? Look at my nice legs and I know you want to touch them. You said sex is better at work,” said Nina.“I. The combined drugs of marijuana and Wafto's insidious aphrodisia potion, the power of Lena's soft, suggestive, hypnotic voice, had brought beads of sweat popping out on Sharon's smooth forehead. She was hot... she was almost suffocating in her culottes. She wanted to take them off -- Lena was right -- but... but not here... Mark, Mark was here... she couldn't... "You want to make yourself naked, don't you, Sharon?" droned the black-haired woman's voice. "You want to be completely naked and.