Apparently, my father was still working odd shifts and overtime, but I didn’t know if he’d be gone all day. I’d be eleven years old in a couple ...f months. As an eleven year old I hadn’t paid much attention to current events, so I wouldn’t need to worry much about brushing up on what was going on. If I’d had a dime I still would have picked up a copy of the paper, but I didn’t so I didn’t.With the knowledge of when I was still fresh in my mind, it was probably time to stop and really think about. ”The supply room was well lit, though no one but the two of them were currently inside, and the narrow passageway to it was empty, so Lauren dared to put her hand on Georges’s crotch and rub against where his penis was resting beneath his pants.“Mmm,” he purred, “thought we had other things to do...”“Not risking doing much,” she countered, “but maybe a hand job might get you by...”He grinned, “Oh, I suppose I could put up with that.”She laughed and smacked his groin. Georges yelped. In the doorway was standing a young…well, person. The person was dressed in black boys’ clothes from head to toe. What little he could see of the face had been darkened by some sort of skin color, and there was a cloth across the lower part of the face. The person wore a black turban. But the eyes…the eyes were the same emerald, with flicks of gold, that he had seen on the marriage altar. This was his bride, and this was what she had been doing in the hour – getting dressed like this. The girl. After a few minutes, he began to increase the tempo. Catherine thrust her hips up in order to take in as much of his cock as possible. She began to moan with the approach of yet another orgasm. It hit her and she cried out, "Oh, God! Yes!" over and over for about twenty seconds, until another one hit her quickly. Once that one began to subside, Lee showed remarkable courage and willpower. He stopped his strokes in order to hold out and keep from cumming too soon. He wanted this fuck to last..