I don’t know why I didn’t respond to him. It nagged me all week as I tried to push him from my mind. But each night I would pull up the picture of...his cock and masturbate to it, longing to have it fill me again. Friday evening, I finally sent him a text.“I’m sorry. I want to see you and talk.” He didn’t answer me right away.“What for? You obviously have a problem with me being black.”I quickly replied. “It just surprised me. I’ve never been with a black man before.”“Well, you have now. So move. .. Um Mintë? No Mistë, right. Our Mistë doesn't talk about her family much."Almáriel tisked and shook her head. In a mock whisper she said, "I think our Mistë is ashamed of us. Well, I am Almáriel, daughter of Ettewen, sister to Esciel, who is of course Mistë's mother. It has been so long since I had seen dear Mistë that I just had to come catch up." Well, catching up's been great," I lied, "but I'm afraid we don't have much time. We are leaving on an important mission as soon as we are up and. It's been years since writing a college paper. I've heard this guy is a real douchebag. He never gives out A's." Oh, great. Nervously, I put my pencil in my mouth, a bad habit established in high school. I am usually a straight-A student, and I don't like to feel pressured. Jack stands up and loudly says, "Alright, kids, simmer down!" Uh, who are you to tell us to simmer down? Lame-o, you're our peer in here. This is not old man business 101. "My name is Professor Jack Lasion. I like to pretend. He wanted to probed between her inner lips with his tongue. His tongue was warm against the slick, rain wet flesh of her pussy. Dougie loved her taste and her smell as it mixed with the rain and the smell of the earth. She was perfection. He wanted her so badly, but he didn’t just want to fuck her.He wanted to love her, to feel every part of her warm wet pussy as his cock slid in and out. He wanted to feel the tight constriction of her orgasm. He wanted each stroke to last and he was.