CUUUTTT!!!! Girls this isn’t supposed to be about bloody paint fights. This is supposed to be about bleeding SEX. And don’t make such a bloody big...mess to clean up.’ ‘Well fuck you Asshole. If you can’t make LIFE into ART, then maybe you’re not such a big shot ARTIST. HUH? If your brain was half as big as you think your prick is, you’d…’ Pedro did not want to hear the rest. He had been hearing it all day already. He could not believe the coarseness of the language from such chica linda, pretty. My cock now had precum on the tip which oozed onto your thigh, pressing tight against it. Words were not spoken, our eyes, our smiles, our kisses communicated everything. Kisses were long and passionate, pausing only to gaze deeply into each others eyes. Our tongues entwined then pulled apart. Gently I kissed your chest and breasts. Your nipple felt so good as I sucked it. The feeling of your hands holding me so firmly to your breast made it all the more pleasurable. The soft moan you made as I. I’ll find out from Breanne what specific topic you guys will be studying this week.” Deborah felt herself normalizing as she gained control again. “That sound good girls?” “That sounds great Deb!” Chris smiled sweetly. “Perfect,” Deborah glanced at Izzy, “I’m so excited to study with you guys!” Izzy smiled beautifully in response. Her eyes pinched cutely in the corners and dimples appeared on her cheeks. Deborah couldn’t help but smile in response. Izzy, still smiling, said “Yeah, it should be. After some time the other women packed up their kids and pool gear, said goodbye and left, leaving me to some peace and quiet. I guess it was around half an hour later I heard some voices and the security gate open, glancing up I saw it was Michael and I assumed a friend of his come in. Michael was the son of one of the few black neighbors who lived two houses down. I knew he had been at college and figured that he was home for the summer. He had always been a nice kid, doing odd jobs around.