A gentleman never tells. Especially not to brutish louts like yourself."Mark clutched his hand to his chest, "Brutish lout?! You wound me to the quick... sir. I may have to thumb my teeth at you." Heh. Good to see you're actually getting some use out of that English lit degree." It never hurts to bring out a touch of class to brighten the lives of poor ignorant slobs. Besides, I get a lot of use from my degree. You should read some of my incident reports. Works of art they be." Well, before you. But Beth, feeling completely in control, took one of my hands away and guided it to one of Zoe's tits. There was no breast, but Zoe's nipple went rock hard in my hand as I massaged her into a quiet moan. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Zoe use a hand to rub her own clit and slide a finger or two into her pussy, as she continued to massage my balls with the other. I knew I was risking defeat when I looked Beth in the eyes and said, "So when do I get my birthday present?" Beth took a. He laughed out loud, and agreed. After talking for a couple more hours, we both agreed the best place to meet would be at my bus stop. This was perfect because it was on the way to Madison's house and it was about ten minutes from my house. After talking for what seemed like forever, we both said goodnight to each other and I fell right to sleep. I couldn't wait to see him tomorrow, as I was full of excitement and nervous at the same time. I smiled and thought about how the day would be as I. " Oh well," I said, smiling my best. "There's always next season." That's what I hoped you'd say," Marcos said. He patted my shoulder and gave me a wink. I used to love that wink when Marcos and I had first started dating. He's a very handsome black man with amazing taste in clothes, food, and music, but he's also very forgetful of birthdays, special occasions, and important dates with girlfriends. It's not that he didn't care about me, he just didn't care about me more than he cared about.