Well I have a nice smile don’t I even though I’m such a bitch. I went round and reached for her sunglasses and she let me take them off. I said so...ething like “that’s better, you’re so pretty you really should let everyone see,” or something, and she was flattered, she hadn’t got a lot of confidence you know, so I knew I was in.“It’s funny isn’t it, you’d think someone as sweet and pretty as that would have loads of friends and be all confident but it doesn’t always work like that.“Anyway I. During the telling of my actions I was keenly aware that my cock was getting very hard. My cock was straining against the front of my sweats and I was licking me lips thinking about how good it would feel to finally taste her hard nipples.Marge was well aware of the effect her telling of our groping and kissing at the meeting had on me and as she neared the ending she looked directly at my hard cock that was protruding down the leg of my sweats.“Would you like to play with my tits and fuck me?”. Bend me over the side of the couch after spanking me. Tell me I've been a bad little black girl, and that I need to be taught a lesson. Then pop that cherry. Please! It's so fucking HOT!" She begged, fingertips trailing loosely down my chest.I couldn't possibly say no to that and nodded before kissing her cheek. "For you, sure thing. Let me adjust the camera. first."I make sure it faces the armrest of the couch and have her standing by it, facing towards the sofa. "Well, well, well. Causing. Silence for the first time in a week, although excited shouts filtered through the open windows as the kids headed home. What was so special about home, Wilma wondered. There would be arguments, sulks, groundings, miserable mums and dads, disrespectful younger brothers and sisters getting them into trouble. Yet still, the class picked up its heels and shot out the door at three thirty on a Friday as if being let out of jail.She picked up her books and folders, stuffed them into her briefcase..