I was thinking that she may be leaving me with a hardon and no relief if I didn’t get a move on.Yep ... that happened. She passed out on me.“Fuck.....” I muttered under my breath as I withdrew from her temporarily lifeless body.I was in the kitchen having a glass of water when I heard a noise behind me. I thought that Amber had awoken from her slumber and was looking for me.I still had a massive hardon, so with cock in hand at the ready I turned to face the noise ... only to find it was her. He tried to deny it, then I asked if any girls were close enough to overhear them. And Hillary stood up and said she had been listening, and that they were indeed talking about me. Oh, what a relief! I barely knew Hill, other than she was a year behind me.“Hill, he said my tits were like cantaloupes, right? Here, give me your hand.” I then took her hand and guided it right to my tit. Now cantaloupes is not even close! I am Chinese, and “Large Lemons” is actually a more accurate fruit. Or is the whole universe perversely the same!"The whole band exploded back to life. Amanda forgot her instrument, whirling in dance. Dance ... she danced for the dead. She danced for the living. She danced for life. She danced ... for joy.They were a hit.Sean left the party with things still going strong. The band had played its catalog of six songs twice, and now it had turned into a drunken jam. So many panties had been thrown at Kine, girls must have either come prepared, or snuck out to. She was a Black tranny. She was slim like me, but had a fat butt and big fake tits. She was at the top of the food chain. He fucked her on the low. No one owned her. She only gave it to who she wanted and she would use sex as a weapon. She had a cadre of willing wolves that would do her bidding in the hopes to bang her out. She despised me. I now know that she set me up.One day I was in the library. All of a sudden I was bum rushed by four Black thugs. They carted me off to a broom closet. I.