You might expect Fiona to be protective, or them both to be jealous; but, and call me mister bighead if you like, they both reckoned I was the best gu... they knew to take Erica’s maidenhood (as Toni demurely put it). They decorated Fiona’s room with candles (strictly not allowed by college rules), and silk scarves; took the two of us for dinner and then left us at Fee’s door (I was finally allowed that diminutive). Erica was not nervous in the least. She wore me out with her demands for oral,. I ain't no fuckin' Tom, won't be owned like no ho,It only me in this game, corporate whitey go blowI got your sell-out, I got your sell-out right hereI got your sell-out, bitch! I got it right fuckin' here!"And with each "got your sell-out right here" or version thereof, Gordon would contemptuously grab his crotch and squeeze. And with every crotch squeeze aimed at corporate whities and Uncle Tom sell-outs, the crowd would cheer wildly, many of the male members (who made up perhaps. ”I turned to look at him again and said:“Would you please, give me a ride home? I’m alone in this party. Let me say good bye first and tell them I’m riding with you in your car.”Once we got in the car and he grabbed my hand during the short ride a few blocks away from my daughter’s house, the problem here became worse as he guided my left hand to his pants fly. I didn’t hesitate and touched the bulge saying:“Oh, perhaps you’re too desperate, anxious. Will need a psychologist might be?”His. He pushed his tongue against mine. It was warm and urgent. He sucked me into his mouth, moaning softly. I unbuttoned his shirt as his tongue trailed down my neck. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back. My entire body was trembling from just his mouth. I prayed I didn’t pass out in the act. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. He stood up, his tongue back to dancing with mine as I rubbed my palms over his smooth shoulders. ‘Are you ok?’ He whispered. I could barely speak..