He had a quiet disposition, rarely smiled and looked too serious for his youth. He preferred an uncombed, wet look hairstyle for his dark hair which g...ve him a bad-boy appearance.Grace was a petite Japanese-American from Hawaii. Always smiling, she had a sunny attitude, beautified by her small, perky breasts and small patch of fuzzy pubic hair. She loved to play tennis, which kept her body in good shape, and usually kept her long, silky dark hair tied in a ponytail. She had a crush on Yasuki.. I should have gotten expelled from college last year for the Internet paper. Because of Burnside I’m still here. Then I should have been fired for not grading all the term papers last fall. Instead, all I got was a sore ass. She won’t be nice to Wendy in the normal way. I hate to think of everything she must be going through right now. But Burnside cares about Wendy, just like she cares about me. She’ll do what she thinks is best for Wendy. Remember something else. Burnside made her wait six. Deana whistled and said, "Hot-damn girl, you're a knock out. Jeff won't be able to say no."Deana lay down on the bed. She picked up a magazine next to the bed. While thumbing through its pages, her mind was envisioning the four of them in the same room on the ship. Beads of sweat covered her forehead and her fingers started trembling so badly that she dropped the periodical onto the bed.She closed her eyes and slid her hand down to her wanting pussy, running her fingers through the wet folds.. "Did we forget to lock up?" Liv noted the open salvage yard gates."Nope, I think the family made it home!" Finn said excitedly. "It looks like the lights in the house and office are on! Oh man, this is great- Shit. I hope they haven't read the paper." He guided the Starfire along a set of fresh tracks that led directly to the warehouse. The main door was open, allowing him to pull in and park next to a lifted, 4 X 4 Ford F-350, which had a flatbed trailer attached to it. Snow chains were.