I'm also kinda soiled at the back, if you know what I mean. My body stinks of B.O. and fish and faeces. My arm pits are smelly. I stink between my hip..., like fish at the front, and faeces at the back. I have no friends. Nobody likes me. Everyone thinks I'm a smelly loser. I get bullied and mocked by the bitchy popular valley-girls, they gossip and giggle about me, about how I stink, about my lame clothes, about how much of a dweeb and a loser I am, and when they see me in the hall they chant. I smiled back, and replied in a husky voice. "No. I am waiting for a friend. Luckily they didn't how up," and turned on my brightest smile, feeling the lip gloss slide across my teeth.I knew I was in trouble when she laughed. I felt the strain at my elastic panties, that surge of energy you get when somebody sexy is completely focused on you. We had, in that moment, locked together."How about a dance?" she asked, and I felt the sparks fly as she took my hand to lead me to the dance floor. . "Dan, Dan ... I am in school with five hundred kids and sixty adults and there's just ONE human being that I think about naked all day." She kissed me. "And here you are." She wiggled underneath me, her legs spread, a delightful young pussy searching for something that I had, and I had a bit of me that was searching too. We slid together with a familiar hunger. When I was fully inside her, she was purring."You're exactly perfect there, Dan Richards." That's because I am in the possession of a. The heavily tinted windows shielded them from the rest of the world. Bryan was mesmerized by the events of the night. Within the last hour and a half, he had found out that his wife had been having a secret cyber affair with a Black man, that that same black man had fucked her in their very house, he revealed to his wife that he had become submissive to a Black dominatrix and enjoyed taking her lover's black cock in his ass. He had tasted the evidence of his wife drinking Desire's piss and he.