As I flipped through the eighth chapter, I was surprised by a knock at the door. I was even more surprised to find a girl standing there with black ha...r, dark make up, and wearing a black dress. I’d seen her around, though I hadn’t talked much to her. Her name, I knew, was August. A lot of people called her a freak. Honestly, I can’t say that I hadn’t made the same immature judgment myself.“Hey, Royce, what’s up?” August asked in a friendly tone that didn’t quite fit her ‘I am the motherfucking. That I have to wear the right undergarments. If I wore a braunder my normal clothes that would be just about the worst thing I canimagine, and as far as I'm concerned, I think mom was right when shetold me that it would be better for me to dress this way." This ought to be good," James said. "When some of the guys find out whoyou really are they'll freak out! Especially if they hit on you!"I looked over and saw mom telling my Grandparents what had happened,hoping the they simply told them I was. “I’m sorry, what?” He turned to face me and forced a weak smile. “No, I don’t mean I murdered her, but it feels like it though.” “What do you mean?” “I told my parents I couldn’t babysit, so they left her at home on her own and she got into some trouble. Took an overdose.” He stood and started to walk away from me. My heart leapt into my throat. “You can’t blame yourself for that.” “Oh yes I can,” he said. I darted in front of him. “Well you shouldn’t.” The moonlight fell on his face in such a. He was already naked because I could feel his cock rubbing against my stomach when he reached over and kissed me and said he loved me. He ran his hands along my face and then my breasts stopping to kiss and nuzzle them, nipping at my hardened nipples and then lapping at my belly button. I felt him get on his knees and he placed one of my legs over his shoulders so he could have better access to my sweet pussy. He started flicking his tongue against my clit and then slowly inserted his tongue.