The lower half of his eyes with the next pass. Then he tied it once, tightly, behind his head. His right hand, a fist, rose up and pounded on the door...twice. A young woman, in a sing song tone, answered. ‘Hellloooo.’ ‘Hey. I need to talk to Mary.’ A chorus of hoots and hollers came from behind the door. The entire tribe of women mocking him. Adam only smiled and bowed his head, enduring. ‘You can’t see me! I’m in the dress.’ ‘I can’t see anything. I’m blindfolded.’ ‘I don’t believe you. I. I actually got in a fight once, because of uncle Dashaun. I just remembered that, thinking of him. It was the only fight I ever got in at school, maybe a year before Daddy died. The teacher had asked us all to draw a picture of our family, and I'd included uncle Dashaun, he and Daddy in their uniforms next to Mom and me. But when I stood in front of the class to talk about my drawing, Billy Stevens told me uncle Dashaun couldn't be my uncle, because I was white and uncle Dashaun was black. And. I lay my head back, moaning and purring at the feelings he was eliciting from me. The shivers and goosebumps driving me wild. He finally made it to my inner thigh and he pulled back to look at my center. His finger stroked lightly through the cloth, grazing over my clit and making me shiver with excitement. He leaned his head down and I tensed with excitement and expectation only for him to blow lightly on it then begin kissing and nibbling on my stomach. I groaned in frustration which caused. That was what tasted like bananas, not the penis. Jason oddly started to enjoy the food, focusing on the food more than the situation made him feel like he was eating banana flavored pudding. And he liked it. If it wasn't for the lack of air and the restraints, and the rest of the situation, he may have actually enjoyed the food. After a short while he felt like he couldn't eat anymore. And he replaced his lips once more around the red buttons, and just stayed there until he heard a whirring.