Later she had spent long hours sitting on her bed, a mirror held between her widespread thighs, and had examined her pussy minutely. Luke had convince... her of his sincerity in wanting to see and lick the swollen red slit, but it would be several years, before she finally saw that her pussy was indeed a beautiful, desirable thing. Steve had further reassured her, swearing that she had the best-looking, the sweetest-tasting pussy in all of Bradford College.Mike's eyes worked a strange kind of. Self-preservation, I suppose.Anyway, I awoke to Jermaine’s knock on my door. ‘Are you ready for something to eat, Tabitha?’ he asked, tentatively opening the door. ‘I’ve made your favourite, Jamaican chicken with rice.’‘I’m not hungry,’ I managed. ‘But I might fancy some later, just leave it in the fridge.’ I felt slightly ungrateful because his voice sounded so soft and caring and, of course, he’d made the effort to prepare a meal despite his own depression.‘Is it okay if I come in?’ he asked.. I reached for my breath, scooping it from a reserve well deep within.At arms length, I touched her cheek with my open hand, letting it linger there, feeling her head turn and her lips graze my wrist.I swallowed and looked into her eyes to see that we were in perfect agreement. The contract had been written; removing the combs would consummate the signing.Huley remained still as I removed the five small black combs, releasing clumps of hair as I pulled them out one by one and dropped them on the. Instead of seeing a horse trotting toward me, I was a giraffe gallop through the crowd, forcing people to flee in all directions to avoid being trampled. Oh fuck! I muttered as I felt a mixture of shock and fear wash over me. Luckily, my instincts soon took over and I realized there would be time for such emotions later. For now, I had to make sure Candy was safe. Unfortunately, I soon realized we were no longer holding hands! What? was all I found to say as I struggled to understand how Candy.