The only thing that can snuff out this fire was a deep penetrative orgasm. She needs her g-spot to be assaulted, and only then, might she be satisfied... She needs to cum hard from deep inside her hot, soaking wet pussy. Usually, that kind of satisfaction took hours of self pleasuring to accomplish, but, being here with these boys, Sumaya has a good feeling they will give her an orgasm without much effort.One of the boys lies down on the lush green grass, his buttocks resting on his shirt. He. ”“It will be a few days yet. I’m going to visit Angel.”“That lucky bitch!”“Cinnamon! I’ve put her in danger and I need to go warn her,” I said.“Well, Angel always got whatever she wanted,” Cinnamon pouted. “You’d get the same reaction from any of the girls.”“Honey,” I said soothingly, “when you were cleaning up the mess, did you find the TV remote by any chance?” I’d had the uncomfortable idea gnawing at the back of my mind for several days that if they’d taken the remote, I didn’t know how to. What transpired in both our lives since our last date in high school is now part of our makeup. We’d be different people otherwise -- and we might not have each other. Why did you want to date me in the first place? You could’ve had your pick of boys.”“Because you were sensitive,” she replied. “That resonated in me.”“After we broke up I formed a defensive shell around my sensitivity -- one of cynicism and sarcasm. I never dated again in high school -- I didn’t want to be hurt again. I met Sarah. I checked out and headed back home. On the way I stopped by the convenience store and picked up 3 packs of Virginia Slims 120 Ultra Lights. My cure for my severe smoking fetish. At home I went right up to my room and began to transform into Brittany for the night. I sat at the vanity in my sisters room with my makeup and began to slut myself up. I started with some powder for my face. My face transformed in color to a whiter color. I then took out my Maybelline Onyx eyeliner and traced my sexy.