Crayola was into collecting all dat Afrikan shit like Masks, Ivory, Clothes, Objects of Art and what not— and she heard I was one dem old, southern ...ew Oreleans, Louisiana Niggaz dat was into da HooDoo shit.So she called me talkin bout she had an Old Collectible dealing wit da ancient Power of Pussy Essence.How old? I asked her.Bout 2,000 years old, she said in dat Soft-ass voice of hers.Im thinking to mah self: HOW SHE GIT THIS TYPE OF MONEY?Butt OUTLOUD Im like: WHO YOU THINK STOLE IT?I dont. .. so scared, baby," he kept saying, over and over.He reached her bare cunt and stopped. 'There's no hair down there!' Lisa heard his shocked thought resonate through her. The man looked up at her with his mouth open, more than a little confused."Right idea, wrong girl," Lisa grinned down at him. "But you can continue if you want. It felt really good – what you were doing..." The man stared up at her, still in shock, not understanding what had happened. Lisa gave his head a gentle nudge toward. I turned as she opened the door and saw the priceless look on her face as she realized it was me! She squealed and lunged into my arms hugging my tightly and pressing her hungry mouth against mine in a smashing kiss. I pushed her backward as we embraced, pushing her back into the room, reaching for my suitcase to pull in behind us. She was giggling and smiling, and breathing faster already. She turned and ran to the bed, pushing her mess to the floor, her laptop among those items. I didn’t. I have been sex mad since I discovered one of my mother’s boyfriends fucking our neighbor’s son. It all happened one day when school finished early, some friends and I decided to go back to my place to play on my play station. I went ahead while they brought supplies. Our back door is left unlocked so I ducked down the side of the house quietly went in the back door noticing clothes strewn on the floor so decided to follow the trail. I stopped in my tracks outside our spare room, on the bed was.