The look in your eyes warning me to be very careful with my answer. I know - from your face that whatever I say next will somehow seal my fate - and ...erhaps yours. For a hint of a moment, my desire subsides, as I consider the weight of your question, and then your hand is back on my skin; driving me wild and pushing the moment to crisis.I nod my agreement, but you are not satisfied. "Say it. Tell me I am your friend."You are poised between my thighs, your hands on either side of my. Bryan was 6 foot 210 pounds. Built like a horse! He played football, basketball, and baseball. He was still athletic being able to dunk the ball in basketball. He hated His town Kcolrut (weird name I knowwww). He got no recognition for his superb athletic skills. He completely hated his life at the moment and couldn’t wait for college.Tuesday:This day in Mr. Cinamen’s class Bryan was asked by the girl in front of him named Michelle to give her a massage. Bryan obliged cause he was really good. I looked down as he raised my nightgown, parted my thighs and knelt on the bed. I then felt his hot tongue, as it parted my still wet pussy lips and slid up along my hard clit. The bastard stroked my clit over and over again with his tongue, as the second black guy ripped my nightgown to pieces, letting me full naked.Then he quickly sucked my hard erect nipples into his thick black lips, as the taxi driver squeezed my breasts…I looked at this third man, asking him why they were doing this to. " I looked at the odd man for amoment. "But now that you've brought it up, what should I call you?" Anything you like, of course." Then I'll call you Sweetcheeks," I smiled. "Do you like that name?" I love it, Madame Bridget," smiled Sweetcheeks weakly."Now just be a good little boy, Sweetcheeks. Just sit there andrelax. I have a little long overdue rule writing to do." Yes, Madame Bridget."With the greatest of ease, I slithered sexily over to the counterwhere that man - One of Them - sat,.