For the first time in his life he liked shopping. Actually it wasn't the shopping, but rather being with his mother that he liked. He watched her clos...ly, enjoying her shy smiles and flushes of embarrassment as she tried on various outfits. When she would come out of the dressing room with a dress or blouse on, Chris would give thumbs up or down. It became obvious that he preferred the tighter dresses and skirts, as well as the short ones. The beauty of it was that he got to stare at his mother. Oneof them was Roger Jones, the star basketball player, who I had met inthe restaurant. The other one was even taller than Roger and had verydark skin.Roger said, "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Little Miss StuckUp." I tried to turn and leave, but Barbara wouldn't let go of my arm.Roger and his friend each took one of my arms and escorted me to themassage table. When I said that if they didn't let me go immediatelythat I would scream, Roger warned, "Listen, bitch, open your mouth. ..It was getting close to Christmas break and we were both looking forward to the break from school with much enthusiasm. It had been a pretty hard semester academically and we could both use the down time to just get away from it all. But before we got to the break, we had a week and a half left of school.I had just gotten home from school and was upstairs in my room getting a jump on my homework so I could put it all behind me for the day. My sister and I usually get home at different times. She put a small amount on the fingers of her right hand and cautiously touched Roxy’s black pussy lips. Roxy made no motion that she even felt the touch. She calmly stood by the couple and Denise proceeded to rub Roxy’s pussy in small circles, pushing into Roxy’s pussy with one of her fingers. Roxy twitched, but stayed where she was. Denise stuck her finger half way into Roxy’s pussy and Roxy suddenly pushed back on Denise’s finger. Once. Twice. Three times the dog did this. Neither Denise nor.