Act cool, girl. Cool. She’s coming my way with a bundle of laundry. Probably destined for the Lachlan Room, I dare say. How am I meant not to blush?... But Miss Honeywell is a treasure. Nobody here can put me at ease like she can. She doesn’t bat an eyelid as she stops in front of me. I almost feel clothed again. “Miss Carling!” she beams. “How are we today? Wasn’t last night wonderful? You looked magnificent!” “Er, thanks, I’m fine, thanks,” I say, suddenly feeling a whole lot more comfortable.. My parents got the news that they both had to go on business trips during that time, so I was left home alone. I didn’t mind being alone at home. It gave me freedom to do what I pleased. I had run of the house. No I am not a party girl. I am too focus on my studies to do that sort of thing, so my parents had no problem leaving me home alone.It was a Friday morning when my parents left for their trip. They even said I could have a friend over, as long as it wasn’t a boy. Ha! I thought to myself.. “Look at this big dick in the fat ass!”“It feels good, nigga! Fuck me!”“Yeah, baby! You’re a bad bitch!”“I’m the baddest tranny bitch! Beat this pussy up, daddy!”Tyrus pounded and banged. He assaulted her hole with little regard for her comfort.Siya encouraged him all the while. “Fuck me! Oh my god! Gimme that big dick! It’s so good!”Tyrus busted in Siya’s mouth. As they lay there, she gently rubbed his balls.“Ooh wee,” Tyrus huffed.Next door, they could hear Karel and Lola.“Fuck me,” she. He'd drink beer with Roscoe's dad (who was black as the Ace of Spades, by the way), play with the kids some, crack jokes, and take a load off his feet when they visited. One thing though – Roscoe said his dad told him not only was the President scary smart, as in the smartest man he'd ever met, he was also the most unpretentious and plainest speaking man he ever knew. His dad told him the President wasn't just 'test' smart, but he was also people smart and a situational genius, and as tough as.