That left the floor or the table. One would show her obvious submission, the other would let him look up her pussy.“How long does that monster usual...y sleep?” She asked, trying to sound tough.“Depends on the bitch I´m with...”She sighed, a bit loud. He looked at her, with the beer-can a few inches from his mouth. Then he slowly put the beer down.“I do NOT like your attitude, bitch”She blinked a few. That had not been her intention. Things were really complicated enough as they were!His speed. 'The Arab worked hungrily, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizing against his cheeks. A feeling of power was in him. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever expected to have such a proud pure bitch like this squirming under his tongue and completely at his mercy--and she was loving it--her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the steaming hot crotch. He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to ram it to her and she was almost there. He had never. I hated the bus. As I shivered there at the bus stop I thought about skipping today and going to the bowling alley like last week. I looked down the road up and down and then back at my moms house. Fuck it! I exclaimed. I walked away from the bus stop and went down the road towards town. Maybe I could just hang out at the bowling alley for the day. I knew that some of the other kids who skipped usually hung out there. I entered the bowling alley. My light brown hair was covered with a pink. She walked in, and had the perfect... well, everything! She haddark hair, a tan complexion, a tiny waist, and big, full breasts. Herlegs seemed to go up and up and up. Her maid dress was tiny, and seemedtoo small. Josh could actually see all the way up to her waist under herpuffy, short dress, and saw the black fishnet pantyhose go all the wayup. Here heels were strappy 6" heels, no platforms, and Josh was amazedat how she could walk in them.At the time, he thought it was his imagination... but.