We got up and got out of her bed. As we were getting dressed she said she did not want me fucking Jenny anymore because she would give me all the puss... I wanted. I agreed.For the rest of the school year we would get together and fucked at least once a week. Sometimes it was at her apartment, other times it was at my house. We even fucked at my church, where I first fucked Faith. We even fucked in the prop room behind the stage of our high school auditorium during a school day. There was one day. "Uh huh. For about a hundred years." How come I never heard of that?" The young black man looked offended or neglected or something of the sort. It was, the teacher thought, unusual for him, a boy who was studiously neutral, uninvolved, cool."How long's your family lived in the county?" Five or six years. We're from Ohio." That's why. You've got to find some folks, some African-American folks who've been here a while, before the Fifties, before the war or came up from the South. Some have been. After drying off and applying moisturizer, she began to apply hermakeup. Even though she hadn't used makeup since the time of the play,she found that she knew exactly what to do, as if she had been doing ither whole life. Max's written orders were very precise and she made sure that shefollowed them as best she could. The eyeliner was the hardest part andit took her several attempts to get it right. When she finished she examined herself in the mirror. The look was verydramatic and rather sexy.. I tapped stoutly on the oak desk. "You will speak when you are spoken to, unless you want contempt of the Spanking Court to be added to your charge sheet." She bowed her head respectfully as I picked up a piece of paper, reading it out in the small, intimate room. "It says that you wilfully told your husband to 'go and get it himself' when he asked you to bring him a beer from the kitchen." That's not true!" Your husband is a fine, upstanding man," I interrupted. "He would not lie." She bit her.