Her freshly shaved vagina spread with a clear view for Gabriel to see. He gets lost in the beauty of the sight for a moment. Heather sees his erection...flex as he looks at her.The he kisses her leg. Lower. Knee. Under the knee. thy. Inner thy. Running his tongue up and down around the opening to her womanhood. Circling her clit over ad over with his tongue. Until suddenly he takes it in him mouth.Kissing, sucking, and flicking her clit in his mouth, Heather's head rolls back and pleasure starts. .. Perhaps new friends, a lover maybe. You leave your call center job earlier than usual on a 2 week vacation doing nothing! That's right nothing!. Just planning on treating yourself to relaxation, nights out and new outfits. You deserved this "me time" and you are determined to return to work a happier, more approachable fun girl!You head home using the Metro Line, once your off at your stop, you walk the length of the Grand Park and approach "The Uncomfortable Tunnel". The uncomfortable. For there to be no villains, it would be like having light without shadow. Brightness without darkness. There’s no such thing. And with Lou gone, I guess Bernadine has decided to finally drop the mask. She has decided to reveal her inner monster. And the target of her abuse and her fury is me. The hero of the story. Why me? That’s a question I’ve asked myself many times. I’m just a big and tall young black man living near the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I’m openly bisexual, though I don’t. When I'm back in the kitchen both my parents are there. Mom pokes fun of me for not finishing dinner. I smile and I look at my dad with my usual "oops" smile."I'll find something to make it up to dad for helping me."I saunter toward him, and standing on my toes I kiss his cheek."Thanks, dad," I say and I go straight for the salad bowl, and shoving a fork in it. "I was sooo hungry," I say with my mouth full.- JamesI watch Anna's sweet bottom as she heads to her bedroom. I stand there a few.