Prior to the stay-at-home order and restaurants & bars closing down, Matt Hansen had been a shoulder to cry on for one very cute biracial server named...Mikayla.Mikayla had a cafe-au-lait complexion with a large pouf of light-brown hair and hazel eyes. Her tits were pert and her ass was firm.The twenty year-old community college student bemoaned her absentee, unloving Caucasian father, her codependent, d**g-addicted African-American mother, and a slew of good-for-nothing suitors. Matt was. " Maria ran a hand through her long black hair and sighed. "She needs to get laid if you ask me."You didn't ask, but you can't help giggling at the image of your coach and some guy getting it on."Yuck. You’re grossing me out!" You say as you start going through the routine you messed up again. This time, everything you do is perfect but Maria loses her balance while doing a split and falls into you."Sorry Jane." Maria mutters as she lies on top of you. You were about to say something but you. Sarah didn’t take the opportunity to make fun of my new fashions – a shirt with only one sleeve. Susan offered only a sad smile. I got grim nods from Chris and Matt. Eric frowned and shook his head before putting an arm around Rick’s shoulders.Only Amber seemed unperturbed by the bright green hard-shell covering over my upper arm and the gray sling that encased the majority of the rest of my arm. She managed to get within half the room of me before Susan scooted forward and pulled her daughter. Not true. If anything Carla's showing off turned us on more and more, I think Cheryl also sensed the increasing air of eroticism in our household, though all of us pretended that Carla's nudity was perfectly natural and just a desire for her to be comfortable. In a sense, it was; Carla loved to spend as much time as possible in the nude. On the other hand, I knew how to read Carla very well (just as she could read me) and what I often saw in her face as she had dinner, or rehearsed part of a.