She had a well spoken, accentless voice. Maybe they were right. I was wondering why I was thinking about it so much. She was hot enough to maintain he... level of crazy. So she was Latina. So what? I wasn't going to show up still drunk one morning, like Craps had, and announce that I wasn't racist anymore because I had fucked one.I got home. Cleaned up. Changed into some less flea bitten clothes. I would probably have flopped down on the couch between two fans and continued my reread through. What he found startled him. Standing a few feet away, a beautiful woman dressed in what appeared to be silk was waiting, watching his movements with intense interest. He stood quickly, dropping the horn in his haste. At his surprise the woman laughed, a sweet sound that filled his mind and made him both aroused and drawn to the woman. Her voice wasn’t that of the horn, but one in a higher pitch that sounded of the wind blowing through the flowers in James’ meadow. She was taller than most. ........And things have been a little bumby with me and my boo boo Katie Cassidy, she is too needy and she cries, all, the ,damn, time, if I'm not by her side.....Any who, I arrive to the set in Los Angeles, with my B.F.A. Nigga's fa'life, Johnny Sparacino Jr., Clinton McElroy Jr., Nicholas Furtado, Joey Sparacino Jr., Joe G.H., Ryan Reynolds, Brandon Boyd, Tyron Turner, Vincent Forde, Jimmy gemini, and Shaland McConnell. My nigs just there to smoke a couple of blunts and show moral support,. Satisfaction filled her and she suppressed a smile. She undid his belt and pulled his shorts down roughly, pulling his boxers at the same time. His erection sprang out. She pushed him back on to the couch and slowly knelt on the floor. She crawled over to him before gently sliding her nails up his thighs. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly started to tug. Then getting in real close, she lowered her head, taking him between her lips and into her mouth. Her head.