And she was afraid to touch the angel. Afraid that her hands, tainted with the memory of what she had just seen, would blacken it and mark Abigail as ...nclean. The room had a single window, which overlooked the grounds of the Academy. Abigail went to it and opened it, seeking fresh air. Too late, she realized that she had a view of the outbuilding that had been a carriage-house but doubled now as a storage shed … a place that had been taken over as a den of incomprehensible wickedness. Her. I have big breast, small waist, hips, thighs and ass. I am curvy in all the right places. No rolls 5’4, black chick. “I’m sure the females in your classes would have loved see you in those little shorts. I have clothes in the washer and dry.” I grab an empty clothes basket and start taking stuff out the dryer. I know he’s watching me, so, I make sure he gets a good eye full of my ass, and then some. I hear his bag drop to the floor I look over at him. He takes off his shirt and I get so dam. Lips lightly stuck together in the fresh red paint as she lets out a needy coo and pushes her tongue hotly, wetly, into your eager little slut mouth. You respond with your eyes closed and giving those pathetic little whines of a whore indulging so sweetly in this luscious little taboo for me. It has to be right in front of your man, that's half the pleasure of it for you. The other half?..... oh god listen to that little slut slurp her kisses for effect just like you love it. Her hand travels. ” Her words excited me as I could feel the wetness growing fiercely. She pushed my hand to the side and she continued to rub where she left off. Her other hand was strategically placed on my right hip securing me in place. She rubbed her fingers against the fabric of my crotch, making me moan softly. I felt the familiar texture of warm lips against my neck. Her heavy breathing into my ear was making my situation a lot worse. It didnt occur to me that there were people around me. I was taken.