Stella was doing her usual chatterbox thing, flirting casually but not doing anything that really pushed the boundaries of opposite-sex friendship. I ...as with my boyfriend, and she was across the way just acting like a friend. And once again, I found myself wondering if I had imagined the whole thing. There was nothing going on between them beyond what Stella had promised: friends, fuck- buddies ... but nothing more.So I relaxed. I'd been quiet for most of the evening, blaming things on work. I carefully sat up and moved to the end of the bench I was on.Looking at her face, I said, “I don’t think I can get it to go inside you without tearing the hymen, and making you bleed. That would have them checking you down there for sure as soon as they saw the blood. But, if you will let me, I can try to see if I can work a finger inside you so you can see how that feels when a boy does it for you. It won’t be exactly like my dick. Plus, I heard girls like to have their bumps licked on. If. He never thought he was bi until Bobby got a hold of him after their final season together." Randy said. "I could hear the unmitigated attraction and lust for Bobby's cock in his voice, Kevin. He's a total black stud and I want to win this game very badly. If you want to try your first black cock you can help me with him and the other guy who is on his team who is very impressive himself." Randy then pulled another picture of a young black man who looked like he was 20 or 21 with dreadlocks and. When you find out the truth do not come crying to me because you have just destroyed my love.”Then I looked at George; “Oh yes; George, if you think you got away with fucking the slut on your arm without consequences, remember ‘Payback is a stone Bitch’. It may not come today, maybe not tomorrow, but it will come. You two have fucked with the wrong person.”They laughed nervously and Sally gave me the one-finger salute as they walked toward a car parked at the curb.What a wonderful fucking.