James was sitting there, enigmatic grin pasted to his lips, shaking his head. "Mmm-mmm," he grunted."So what's your problem?" David asked him.James ke...t the smile. "White boys always be talkin' bout eatin' pussy. You wouldn't catch me doin' that shit."There were some catcalls. He shook his head again, and said, "You white girls tricked these boys into stickin' they tongue where it don't belong. Nasty."More laughter; then, David said, "A woman's pussy is cleaner than under your fingernails.. He had moved all of his things into the guest bedroom. When I tried to get him to talk about what was going on, he just glared at me and went into his room shutting the door. I stood by the door, "Cliff please talk to me, we can't keep going on like this, it's driving both of us crazy, can't you see that?" Why don't you move in with Mullins. I know he's had that big cock of his in you by this time, so we don't have anything more to talk about."Cliff you know me better than that. I work for him. Sadly, we didn't have a gymnastics team, so cheerleading was where Sora used her skills. But I understood that she was as devoted to gymnastics summer camps as Whitney was to basketball camp. I think the only fat on Sora's body were those soft, pliable breasts with their hard nipples. She pulled me to a standing position and stood in front of me."I know Brenda might have shown you some cheerleading moves—probably Rose, too. But I want you to know what a gymnast's body is capable of." With that. She was a fitness instructor, and it showed. At first glance when she got out of her car her curves made my mouth water. She was wearing tight dark jeans with heeled boots, and black jacket with a scarf covering her neck. I walked up to her and stumbled over my words introducing myself. Her blue eyes captivating me and drawing me in. We walk in and wait to be seated. I help remove her coat before she sits, her scarf still wrapped around her neck. As I sit she starts unwrapping it. It was.