" Those ... those ... Sluts!" Well, there you might have something. They may be sluts, but they are honest sluts. You're a dishonest whore, but I sure...can't call you a slut. You probably don't even like sex."Predictably, Sallie started bawling. Johnny got up and walked toward the door. Seeing it had no effect, Sallie turned off the tears and screamed."I hate you! I hate you all. I never want to see you or them again!"That evening, Sallie was packed and gone. No one knew where she went. No one. So I searched for 1 and on my way there I collided with that Indian girl.She fell down on the ground. When I went to pick her up and saw her I just said, “Oh man.” I didn’t notice but I said that loud. When she heard she felt shy, gave me a smile and went inside the washroom. I swear guys I had an instant boner. She was beautiful (kind of Camila Mendes)She had the perfect figure not too small and not too big. And the shorts and shirt she was wearing was enough showing enough skin to make a man. He mentioned how he enjoyed that day on the bus and didnt think he was going to see me again but glad I stopped by today. I asked him if he enjoyed sucking my cock on the bus and all he did was smile over at me so I smiled back. Took his left hand and placed it on my pants. By the smile on his face I knew he was getting happy by what he felt what was growing through my pants. I asked Ray if he was free this evening and if so what time does he get out of work. He turned and said no he wasnt. He was able to take my fully into his mouth without gagging. No woman had ever been able to do that. I knew that he had done this before.Ken knelt near my head and continued to stroke my hair. He seemed to have taken a liking to my locks. Shivers ran down my spine when he would knead the area where my neck met my hair. His hands left my hair and I felt lost. I saw him moving beside me and realized he was shedding his clothing. He stood and dropped his pants. My eyes bulged at the size of his.