” We finished our lunch over small talk. Viv sat up in her chair and asked, "Now, tell me your favorite movie. Quick. Without thinking.” I smiled ...t her and said, "Not before you have a cannoli." I called out to Gino, "G, two cannoli please." "Mini or regular, Dante?" "Regular, you degenerate," I laughed back. I turned to Viv and answered her question, “The Pope of Greenwich Village. Yours?” “Beauty and the Beast. And don’t you dare make fun of me.” “I guess you’re Beauty at our table?” I. . ehhh ... friendship?" Yea, sure, Liam. I call it true friendship, you know. But the nexttime you wanna do something for our friendship, like washing my socksor something, don't ask, just do."I have no idea why my nerds are willing to serve me this way, but whynot. They say don't look a gift horse in the mouth, and I don't. Mylife turned for the better since I discovered my heart desire, and Iaccept it.*****"Yes, I need your help and protection," I'm trying to look frightened."But how we can. Why don't you pleasure yourself while I film you...oh Jesus that is so fucking hot, I wish I could take you right now..."We would do this every week until I graduated middle school and he never touched me. It was this lack of touch that made me realize just how bad I wanted it and one day I finally got it. It was two months into my freshman year and my brother and his best friend, the senior quarterback, were over at our house. Our parents were gone for the weekend and my brother was. Donte didn't change his pace. He was enjoying this a lot more. Fahima released her grip on his hips and used her small hands to gently beat on the hard muscular chest hovering over her. "Donte. Please. Ya Allah I need it Donte. Come on you black bastard. Fuck my Muslim cunt!" She roared. He had teased her enough so he started slamming in to her harder, finally giving her what she wanted. Fahima began to shudder and writhe beneath him, lifting her crotch up into each thrust of his cock. She.