“God please. We can’t. You - let me go.”Ryan gripped her hair. Tilted back her head and feasted on her throat. She already bore the marks of his...teeth from the previous night, proof of his claim on her. He yanked the robe off of her, leaving her naked.“Aunt Karen?” He glanced over and saw Rain and Alice, watching as he tasted their Aunt’s throat. He sat back onto the couch, gripping the older woman’s nipples.“She’s busy.” He gripped her ass. His cock slapping against her hairless slit. Karen. I played basketball, football, and track. And it was evident with my build.She was 17 and white. Tall too, about 5' 9", about my weight, but I didn't care. She was friendly and a junior in high school. Smoked cigars, weed, and drank. I avoided those things. Icared more about sports than all that nastiness. But, it all worked out. In both of our favors.DAY 1."Oh man! Am I looking fresh or what with these shorts?" I said to my friend as we walked out of a sports store."Ya ya sure, what bout my. What's a Progressive?" He mentally took a deep breath, diving in to the same old pool. Hope I drown, said something deep inside. The pool of despair, again and again and again."Mr. Thompson, I know this is off the subject, but yesterday you said we used to have two school systems around here. That right?"The teacher nodded. "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,. He laughed, then smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He loved that gorgeous redhead that looked back, though he wasn't quite sure that he wanted it to be him that was the red head. Still, it was extremely exciting. He took his long hair and held it at the top, seeing what it would look like in a pony tail, wondering if maybe he should try putting it into a sort of pig tail like in the show. He decided that he'd rather not, preferring it long. Chris posed for a few minutes longer,.