We all sat at a big table for breakfast. Crissy’s cook and two helpers served us and then themselves. Arra and her sister Beya, Richelle’s friends...were also we us. The conversation was lively and focused on the kids and education. Beya came over close and whispered she wanted me to teach her about sex. Beya’s long black hair ran over my shoulder as her nice tits brushed up against me. Kenize was smiling as well. Crissy hug me and said, “looks like your day’s appointments are filling up.” I. The novelty turned me on even more.I took control and fucked her first. She squealed with delight as I slid my erection inside her from behind. She wiggled her ass as I entered her and repeated the maneuver as I pulled out. It created some amazing sensations I had never felt before.Our sex was more hurried than I would have liked, but we had a time limit.I learned that her name was Janet Spalding. I had seen her name on the internet. She had been turning tricks on the streets of Kansas City. I wasn’t ready,” she told him, hoping that her eyes would betray that this wasn’t the end of the story. “You seemed pretty ready to me!” he said, a smile playing across the lips that had previously kissed her with passion and fire. She blanched at his words, and he cursed himself for his insensitivity. “There must be more to it than that,” Andrew pressed, a little more gently this time. He liked Cheryl a lot, and he wasn’t going to throw what they could have away over a break in communication. How wrong to judge when we knew not who she was. The crude names we assigned her, hopefully at least not heard, as she passed among the student throng, a persona non-grata to the Desoto and slumber parties.Then another revelation crept up, one about me. Would it have mattered? High school, it’s a time of sycophantic peer pressure. Any association with a pariah is a coup de grace expulsion from the “chosen”. Yes, I would have had empathy. But why? Because I was an outcast once too.Driving the.