Rabinowitz's class," she said,laughing. "We're going to dress Steve up like me, and he's going to takethe final." That's a good idea," he laughed back... "I mean, so long as I don't haveto sleep with him after or anything."I got up, and punched him in the arm. "Yeah, like I'd sleep with you,you dickwad. This is nuts," I said, protesting too much. "I'm going towash my face."Donna came over. "I was just teasing, Steve." Yeah, I know," I said. "Besides, I'm a lot of things, but an attractivewoman. This seriously couldn't get any worse. I was straight up panicking.On the verge of tears I looked up at my step-father and stammered, "Vince please I know this is bad.." Shut up! I am thinking!" he yelled.I was scared. I had no idea what he was about to say. He looked mad obviously. His mind was racing, I could tell. He was already sweaty from working out in the sun all day. He owns his own landscaping business so he always comes home tired and takes a two hour nap. But today instead of a cozy. I've dreamed of fucking you for a long time and I'm going to love finally getting to split you open." He was grinding his cock hard on my clit, sawing his shaft back and forth while holding tightly me under him. The friction radiated through my wet panties and soon my hips were meeting his thrust. My arms ached as I fought his grip and only the weight of his body on mine kept me from thrashing under him. Feeling him dry fuck me was pushing me over the edge. The insistent pressure on my clit. Her friend Becca, suggests she gets an African lover.***Giselle laughed with delight at her friend’s suggestion.“Ah Becca, please don’t make fun of me,” she said. “Tell me honestly; is the myth about African men really true? I mean, do they really have such huge penises, and are they such great lovers? I’ve always thought it was just people’s imagination. And are they as emotionally rewarding as a white man?”Becca snorted in derision.“Giselle, you can believe me. I am the living witness that it.