." Hey, ich bin zwar Blond, aber nicht 'ine'!" Brauchst zum Beweis nicht gleich deinen Rock hochzuheben:" Selber Zicke!" Genug. Wir sollten besser hin...ingehen. Sonst machst du noch so weiterbis es wieder hell ist."* - *Nach dem Duschen stand ich vor dem Kleiderschrank. So langsam gab es einProblem. Gestern hatte ich zum f?nften Mal in den letzten Tagen einemFreund Kleider gegeben, so langsam blieb nichts mehr f?r mich.Nun ja, Kleider gab es eigentlich genug. Die mit R?cken dran meine ich.Davon. But then, she had basically invited me down beside her. There should be a big fat book for boys entitled What Girls Mean When They Say... , except it wouldn't have done me any good. It would've been hidden somewhere in my bedroom, not laying out on the coffee table in the livingroom.I didn't know what to do next, except that what it seemed I should do next I did indeed do. I moved an open palm to gently cup a cheek of that cute butt, sliding the bottom of the shirt up to her waist and out of. It wouldn’t work with you.’ And that’s all we said about the matter. That’s all she said about me and April going to Chicago together and all I said about her going out to dinner with Cormac in her gray dress and jacket while I was gone. Dinner and drinks afterwards, it turned out, and then something more. * * * * * We put the heroin in a bag of dirty rags and threw it in the trunk of my car and drove it into the city. I left the key in the trunk as an alibi. A bad one, but it might help if. You wouldn’t believe how fucking wet it was when you walked out that door. I’m soaked! My legs are bent and my knees are spread wide open. I have two fingers sliding in and out of my pussy while my thumb is circling my clit. I’m so fucking horny. Are you touching your cock?” My cock was throbbing as my right hand stroked back and forth over the top half, thumb and middle finger touching to perfectly encircle the ridge on each up stroke. “Fuck yes! I’m so hot, Shamita. Your sexy body…that.