"But you is fine, ma'am. Yes you is, one fine bedroom negra." Get back here!" I yelled, but the boy only walked away from me. "Tom Henry, get your ass...back here now!"I felt my throat burn and that just made me all the more mad. Screaming like I was would give me laryngitis for three days if I wasn't careful. I ripped at my top in annoyance, struggling briefly to untie it so I could throw it away from me, and I half ran topless to the house and into the kitchen."What's wrong with you?" Mercy. "I've been meaning to ask you how you manage to get Amy to speak to you when she very rarely says anything to anybody." You've found the secret, Jim," Kristen answered. "You just need to talk to her."I nodded. It sounded so simple and obvious hearing Kristen's explanation. Seeing Amy's face light up in recognition of the tune reminded of the reason that I loved performing myself. I loved seeing how I was able to make people happy just by playing instruments or leading a band.The next weekend,. I was fucking her, losing myself in the amazing feeling of powerEnjoying her screams I held her hips tight and moved fasterI felt her body start shaking"I'm going to cummmm" she saidI pulled her hair and shouted "Not yet!"I slapped her ass hardShe screamed"Please please i want to cum,Please sir let me cumI've been goodI've been a good girl"I kept fucking her fast, ignoring her begging."PLEASE LET ME CUM SIR"I leaned in and whispered "you can cum"After a quick second she let out a huge moanThen. Her waist emphasizes her round shape of her assets. She is well aware of her sexual appeal, but her insecurities are compensated by the looks she draws from men of all ages.Camden is tall, average build, and well aware of Taylor and her assets. They have been good friends for years. Never seemed to be more than friends, and that never seemed to even come up in either of their minds. Both comfortable with where they stood, and seemingly unaware it could be any different.One afternoon, Taylor is.