Not yet anyway. He lifted me back off the work surface and held me in his arms. Neither of us said anything, but I saw the deliberation in his face, t...is was a ‘couch or bed’ moment. I expected him to walk to the couch, but he didn’t, it was more like one leap and we were in the bedroom, talk about fast walker. “Hey, the bags I brought in. Go get them” Within seconds he returned. I was still stood by the bed, where he left me. He walked back over to me holding the bags. “I’ll let you decide. Their nipples touched as she went up the bed to kiss him. They passionately embraced, not stopping to breathe and his hands exploring and squeezing her buttocks.Grace slid back down her lover and went back to kissing his balls. His breathing became ragged and as Grace suckled his testicles, he started to clench his buttocks.Grace ran her tongue along his shaft and he moaned."Oh fuck," he squealed as Grace licked the underside of his head. He stretched his leg muscles and sighed.His breathing. I slicked my hair back, and pulled up my hoodie sleeves. “Come on, Heather.”I could hear her getting up out of the bath, and her moving towards the door. But, instead of opening it, she sat right next to it, and put her head against it.“All you alright?” I asked her.“I couldn’t handle what happened tonight. I thought I was finally past what happened and felt like I could enjoy being free and a real high school girl. When I found out you were dancing with me, I freaked. It was the perfect. It was an unkempt mane, that hid her ears and neck. Her breasts drooped almost flat but they must have been large once. They hung down her chest like elephant ears. For some reason, her fat grew only around her belly and across her ass.Mrs. Jackson reached behind her and grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes. “Momma won’t let her ugly, nigger boy starve, un-uh.”It was a signal for Terry to pull away. As soon as his face cleared her pussy, she plastered it with mashed potatoes. “Don’t get any on.