I offered to carry her bag. Goddammit, I forgot how heavy science textbooks were! I tried to be pleasant as I led her out.It wasn’t all the way clou...y that morning, and the snow was light. It was about six streets and a sketchy alleyway to Tara’s. Sunday mornings were hell on any pancake place. Quarter after eight was early enough that we didn’t have to wait to sit down. I dropped her bag under the table.“Max, hey.”“Hey,” she grinned.“Look, it’s not just...” I shut up as the waitress came by.. And she was ashamed to realize that her pussy was actually throbbing and moistening, even after what she had just been through with Jonelle.I really am a slut after all, she thought. Jonelle is right. I could never stop. Not even for her. Barbara's just waiting for me to call. Will I call her?For about twenty minutes she resisted. She reasoned with herself. I've had enough. A pure, burning, wonderful love experience. I came over and over. And I even did it with Barbara earlier today, so I. When he arrived at the Kitchen he had his eyes in the stove and didn'tsee me at first, but when he did I was already standing there with myhands on my lap and the shoes on of course still with the apron and incomplete servitude. He saw me and smiled. "So you did it, you queer, Iknew you were a fag, surely you have tried her things every day sinceyou arrived, come on sweet chicks give me my dinner."I felt embarrassed and psyched out. "No I didn't I tried to explain,"but he abruptly and rudely. I hammered her climaxing pussy hard and fast. I buried into her writhing twat with all my passion. The pressure swelled at the tip of my dick. The growing ached drove my hips to keep pumping. I grunted, my face tensing. I hit that point were I couldn't stop. I plunged my cock into her snatch with a wild thrust, her pussy sucking at my balls.“Cum in me, Justin!” she moaned.“Yes!” I growled and buried into the Black girl's writhing cunt.Jizz exploded out of me. I groaned as I fired blast after.