She never thought she’d find herself laying on her back her fat white thighs spread and a hard black dick buried in her fat pussy “oh boost please...boost oh boost fuck me!” she pleaded boost wrapped his arms around her thigh and slammed his dick in her. ”ain’t gone stop fuckin you you gone get fucked on this bed tonight all up in that fat pussy.” he grunted. ”yes yes fuck that pussy” she moaned he worked his tongue across her nipples.” oh my good oh shit fuck me boost!” she murmured his nuts. It was probably the same one I'd beenstaring at for the last week as she deliberately sat in a place where I had aclear look up under her miniskirt, as she grinned and chomped noisily on herwad of gum. To me it was as if that chastity belt she wore over the thong wasmocking me and all males. Well, that was about to change, at least I hoped so. ????? The big night was Friday, and when I wentto pick up my date, her parents were waiting for me with big smiles on theirfaces. They were getting ready. "I couldn't think of anything to say to that, so we just stood there, hugging for a while. Eventually she gave me a final squeeze, indicating that she wanted to be let go, and we separated. She wiped tears off her face with the back of her hand (even though I'm sure they were all on my shirt now), and we gathered up our backpacks where they had fallen and I followed her upstairs."You've been doing a lot of thinking about this," I commented."You could say that," she said, sniffing. I recognized. Iona used to use the pyramid at the center of her town, and then the glyph for water that she knew so well. Lately, she had been using Dywyr’s face. In her capacity as his social instructor, she had to be able to read his face when it changed expressions. As she thought, she felt the reserves of mystical energy in her body regaining what they had lost through helping the slave girl. Should Dywyr die tomorrow, she would probably remain in Salamir, a slave in reality then. This possibility didn’t.