I stopped by the top.I didnt tie them. I put on my shoes.Dark red combat boots up to my knees.I tied them nice and tight.Get over here, asshole. I wal...ed over to the mirror.I took Rys hair gel, rubbed my hands together, and just ruffled them through his hair to give him that I-just-woke-up-and-I-dont-give-a-fuck hairstyle.Dont touch it.Its perfect. I said smiling. I just brushed my hair and left it down.The jet black and neon blue looked good together. I turned to Hunter.Okay.Were going to a. I am gently rubbing the flesh on your waist. Pressing it. And I reach your hips. I stop there. You open your eyes to look at me giving me an expression on why you stopped. I keep my hand on your waist and hold the side of your panty.You smile and raise your waist a bit. I slide it down and remove it completely. You lie down again and I move my hands on your back. I pour some oil on your hips and start massaging gently over them. The soft flesh covered in oil feels like butter and I keep rubbing. Sammi thought that people that had issues with interracial relationships had gotten over themselves, but a simple trip to the grocery store sometimes proved her wrong. She’d wondered what her mother saw in him at first, but he was an absolute gentleman; it was a shame that his son wasn’t. Sammi shot a glance at Diondre as he dropped into the chair beside her at the table, and he grinned and tossed his arm over the back of her chair. “Hey there, sis. Anything exciting happen today?” His question. There were things that needed to be done around the apartment I had not yet had a chance to get to.Saturday night I made myself a steak and a salad. I grabbed a Guinness and made my way over to the bed in expectation of a relaxing night of TV. I glanced out the window from my perch and looked into the window of my friend. She appeared to be dressed for an evening out. She was standing in front of the mirror primping herself but appeared to be alone. Moments later I was surprised to see the girl.