“it’s happening, all right. Contessa Helena de San Finzione,” The audience chanted along with her. “THIS! IS! YOUR! DEATH!”“Well, maybe,�... Cara-Thing butted in. “I mean, you’re a hot, rich, famous white chick, so they’re probably trying real hard to save you up there. Out there. Down there. We don’t know how this works, to be honest.”“Ok,” said Helena as she tried to bring the left side of her brain into the conversation and her right hand joined her left in slowly exploring her breasts. “This. Jim was smaller,about five foot five but stocky.Built like a wrestler and a strong fuck to boot. Now we come to heather. How can i put this without sounding nasty? Well,she was fat. I mean she was one big mamma.Long flowing,curly blonde hair.Deep green eyes and the roundest face i have ever seen. But man she was fun. She was always laughing and she could give back with spades anything that was thrown at her. I actualy thought of her as one of the boy’s.A mate. She knew a hell of a lot more. Except for the color of your skin" says Patrick.Everyone says that, "Its all in the genes" I say. We both were blessed with flawless skin. Mines being a nice rich chocolate. Leticia was a peach color . We had fun that night Flirting and dancing the night away. I saw Patrick ogling leticia's ass and it was turning me on. After the club , Patrick dropped us home. We showered and went straight to bed. We shared my queen sized bed. We had our backs to each other. When I awoke Leticia was fast. He kept asking me if he could touch me down there and I kept saying "no". I was telling my friend everything that was happening and she was telling me to let him do what ever he wants to me but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't let him put his dick in me just the thought of it made me gag especially if he came inside me, YUCK!! He kept asking and getting closer and my friend was still telling me to let him. This went on for another 10 minutes or so and then I finally let him touch me so I can.