Albeit one with degrees from both Bay State College and Massasoit Community College. It was tragically ironic. Stephen was a highly educated, healthy ...oung Black man with no criminal history. He was qualified for many jobs….but couldn’t get any of them because he didn’t have a social security number, or a passport, or a driver’s licence for that matter. When life gives you lemons you’re supposed to make lemonade. When life throws you in hell, how are you supposed to crawl your way out of it?. Anna whirled around and wildly pumped my cock as she straddled me. As she sucked and stroked Kevin’s cock ferociously, “I want to taste your cum inside Maureen’s pussy. Tell me when your ready.” Anna patted the mattress and Maureen jumped back aboard positioning herself doggy style for Kevin to enter at the right time. “I’m gonna’ pop,” exclaimed Kevin trying to hold back for a few seconds. Anna guided his cock into Maureen’s waiting pussy. Kevin managed a few strokes then paused, holding his. The triangle of soft pubic hair was inches from his face. She pulled him to her and he knew what was expected. Softly his tongue came out and licked the hairy mound. Then as she slightly spread her legs he kissed her inner thighs, left, then right then centre. Minutes passed like this before she sat back on the couch and spread her legs wider. Concentrating now on the wet centre he kissed her hard and licked her softly. His tongue going in and out while she lay back squeezing and stroking her. “Because the ‘little punk’ threatened to pee on me.” Pat responded to his question.“And I still gotta pee…” I said, quickly springing up, and running out the back door to the bathroom.“Damnit.” I said out loud to myself looking into the mirror. What did I just get myself into? I don’t know anything about this guy. Just that he’s cute, and he’s a football player. He just transferred to this school, from a school I don’t even know. I didn’t really have to pee, I just needed an excuse to get out.