You can’t do a thing like that over the phone.” She looked at him nervously. “I guess I should have told you but I thought you’d figure it out...” Brandon sat on the windowsill and lit a cigarette, cranking open the window to let the smoke out. “What did he say? James, I mean.” She shrugged, looking vaguely unsettled. “He said a lot. Most of it is stuff I wouldn’t want to repeat.” Her forced laugh was distressing. Brandon said nothing. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, watching the people. She told me that she knew something was going on between the two of us. Juliet wasn't kidding about her being a nympho. We had done it in the office, in both of our cars, at the local library and numerous other places. Her favorite was, of course, getting it from behind, but she said she wanted to save the final hole for when I put the ring on her finger. My favorite was what she was doing right now. "You like this, don't you?" Juliet said as I sat on the men's toilet at the airport.Juliet. She threw her head back and gasped at the feeling. I felt myself losing control as she pushed my face right into her sloppy black sweet dripping cunt.After a minute or so I got my middle finger of my right hand and stuck it in her. She was warm and extremely wet. It was the first time I ever penetrated a black woman with any part of my body.My index finger was next to join my middle finger, I stuck them in the whole way and started to finger her as if I was digging for gold. I continuously. But I dont think the students – me included – cared too much&hellip, WERE GOING TO FUCKING AMERICA! WHO GIVES A SHIT? Yes, I know, we – English sixth form students (aka Seniors) – were flying half way across the world to stay with our American host families for a month – seeing as we had finished every exam we needed to take – learning about the history and visiting their sites, before we both – being the English student and the American – flew back to England and they get what we got, except.