" However, I wasn't just at school. I was smack dab in the middleof the boy's locker room. I stood up and stared at the rows of lockersand benches aro...nd me in confusion. How had I ended up there? "What's happening to me?" I cried out in fear. Then I suddenly remembered what my dad had called me... He hadsaid I was a mutie... Was that what I was? A mutant? That thought wasjust as terrifying as everything that had been happening to me.Everyone always knew that mutants were monsters... I don't. "You be careful, son," his father called from his rocking chair as Hanson walked down the front steps. "I hear Elsie's gets to goin', even on a week night." Now how'd you know I'se goin' to Elsie's?" Hanson laughed, jingling the ignition keys around his finger.Mr. Allen chuckled and stuck a crooked cigar between his teeth. "Now where else would a good-looking black boy be goin' durin' the night in this county?" Yeah, you right, old man," Hanson said, crossing the yard.Lucas Allen leaned his. I doubt very much that the real Anglo-Saxon countess, wife of the Earl of Mercia during the reign of Edward the Confessor, wore boots ... but I could be wrong. That didn’t matter. There was something very sensual, very erotic in an Amazonian manner, in the way that my ex-Mormon, Latina boot-fetish slut carried on with her literally cavalier fashion. She was likely to be as fierce in battle as she was in the sack, at least from the sound of it. I teased her sometimes that she probably got an. "What?" I ask."If I buy your beef jerky, what exactly will you be giving me?" she seductively asks. I walk over to her grabbing her ass."And what exactly is it you want me to give you?" I ask, feeling her hand gently grab my dick through my shorts."Guess," she playfully replies."Well, I'm guessing from your hand grabbing my dick, you will want me to stick it in your tight, wet hole later?" You guessed right, babe. I think I'll also swing by the lingerie store, be back in a few hours." Get some.