“Where is your bed?”Fuck. In the rush of all the blood in her body flooding south, she forgot about the lack of an actual bed in her bedroom. Sinc... Jasmyn left and took her bed — she’d called to curse her out and demand it back — she’d been sleeping on a pile of comforters in the middle of room. But that didn’t matter now.“My ex.” Iris squeezed Chrisanne’s breasts through her tank top. “She took it.”“Fuck her then.”“No.” She fumbled with the buttons of Chrisanne’s jeans. “You fuck me.”“You’re. She seemed to be in shock. “Jim Honey, maybe we can put college off for a year or two. I don't want be a burden to my new husband.” Jim merely smiled at his beautiful bride and wrote the check. So his wife would never need anything at school, Jim also set up an open account at the book store for Alex. They then loaded her books and other supplies into his car. On the way home, Alex seemed to be brooding for a while. She then apologized for costing them so much money. Jim patted her leg just. As she hops in the shower she realizes her soft clean shaved pussy was dripping. That's when the dream rolls back into her thoughts. She remembers it all began with her setting at a guys house that she meet at the grocery store. He was a tall well built black guy, she was dressed in a pink mini skirt, black under the boob corset with her prefect tits hanging out with her nipple preiced. With 6 inch hot pink heels. As he walked back over to the couch, she noticed his huge bulge in his pants.. . “Information, please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.“Information.”“I hurt my finger...” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience...“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.“No, “I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.I said I could.“Then chip off a.