She was wearing the dress she had worn at the bank shooting. Okay, maybe not that one, but another one just like it anyway. I shouldered my bag and wa...ked down the driveway to meet her.I held out my hand and said, "Thank you for coming. Please allow me to introduce my psychology teacher, psychologist, and cross country coach, Robert Shelby. Bob, this is Rebecca Hampton."Bob shook her hand. "An honor to meet you, Miss Hampton. I've heard a lot about you, but Jimmy never told me you were. She was unwrapping a long patterned scarf from her bunched up dreadlocks, letting them fall onto her naked arms, glowing orange in the sun. He half-covered is eyes to see better and recognised her. It was Viki, the owner of the cafe downstairs, their boss. In the golden evening sun right behind her, Viki's ginger dreadlocks glowed in all the shades of brass and fire, her silhouette surrounded by thin frame of a halo. She looked spectacular and Yann absorbed every detail, completely mesmerised. I undressed and knelt next to my bed right between her legs. I leaned in and started licking her pussy and clit until she squirted on my chin and neck. Then I got up and had her turn on the bed properly. I positioned myself and my cock so that I could slip it into her. Just before I pushed it in I asked her if that was what she really wanted. She assured me that it was. So I pressed forward and watched my cock disappear inside her. It was amazing to watch my cock go in her and the feeling was. (_NOTE: _Ifa writer would like to use this chapter to make a story other than one that makes Nabiki a sex slave, go to Tenchi Universe, also on CHYOA.)“Yeah, right, like this’d work,” Ranma said. That he’d taken the battered old brass lamp to the most secluded place he knew of (the top of the Flem building - where he kept his “favorite possessions that Akane and Nabiki and Oyaji must never ever find”).With most teenage boys this would be a small box under the bed or concealed under the shelf.