Leslie had such bad luck with guys before, I'm sure she was very upset about this. The crappy part was that it was all a lie.The rest of the school da... sucked. All I wanted was to talk to Leslie and set the record straight. I dragged myself from class to class for the rest of the day, but I couldn't concentrate.When the last bell rang, I was so happy that I ran to the bus. As soon as I got home I called Leslie's house. Her mom answered the phone and told me that she wasn't feeling well and that. As she thought of him feeling lonely and hurt on the other side of the door, her excitement surged again. With a gasp of surprise, she realised that she wanted him to feel lonely and hurt. Her eyes opened with the realisation that the thought, the idea, the reality of ignoring his needs was exciting her. This was an alien feeling. As her fingers expertly continued their dance on her sex she explored this new feeling in her mind. She had certainly denied Ian on occasion in the past, but it had. She had seen some men who ejaculated less semen than this when they orgasmed, but this was just Mobu’s pre-ejaculatory liquid!As Giselle played with his member, Mobu was twitching and writhing. “Oh you white woman, what are you doing to me? You had drained me, but now I feel my testicles must be filling up with semen yet again. Will you force me to ejaculate yet again?”“We will see, Mobu, we will see!” smiled Giselle. “Your African semen is mine, all mine, and you are going to have to satisfy. What she thought about was Judy. How warm and loving her daughter had acted today. And it wasn't a special sort of day at all - no holiday, nobody's birthday or anniversary. Judy was such a wonderful daughter. Perhaps Arlene worried too much about the girl's manner of dressing and her obvious flirtations around boys. She should put more trust in Judy, Arlene decided. Her daughter was too bright and too self- respecting to let those boys have their way with her. The more she thought about it,.