"Bastards!" Tom spat. "I'll make 'em pay for this."Tom paused for a minute and then asked his brother, "Have you got a phone number for..." Tom stoppe... again."No, never mind. I know what to do," he said to no one in particular."You stay here and sit tight, Vin. I'll look after this guy and the debt," Tom ordered."Tom, be careful. You can't trust these guys. He's got some friends," Vinnie warned."So have I, Vin ... so have I," he said menacingly."Stay here and don't answer the phone. If it's me. Khloe Weeks.”Khloe stepped up. The concert pianist began. A classical guitarist, mixed with Vietnamese and Black, strummed. He was a senior and was getting credit for this plus the fifty bucks Khloe’s mom kicked in even though she couldn’t be there from North Dakota. He gave her the lead in they’d practiced many times.Then the rapsy, contralto voice started softly. “O Holy night. The stars are brightly shining.” She stood still like a doll as she continued delivering her notes. Her arms became. Some of you will know about this already. Loving Scott has been new for me, I don’t care if he’s a control freak, if he cheats and lies and uses me. I’m obsessed. I go to sleep thinking about his body; I wake up and find the I’m soaked with my own juices from thinking about him.You get the picture. I’m a girl, no, a women, possessed. I want him, I need him.So, anyway, I’m sitting and I’m waiting. I’m pressing my legs together tightly to prevent the twinging sensation. I’m weaving my long black. ”“I’ve caught you staring a couple of times.”“Well can you blame me?” She giggled and said, “I guess I can’t but you better hurry before anyone comes in.”I took my now throbbing cock and guided it towards her cunt. I rubbed it against the lips to get it moist and entered the oven that was Ashley’s pussy.The head of my cock had only just entered and already I felt like I couldn’t fit anymore in her. I was starting to wonder if she was a virgin; but I remembered how small Zach’s dick was.Ashley.