We were together, alone after almost two months. I had so many things to say, and I was terrified to say them."Hi," I said quietly as Heather walked f...rther into the room. She sat at a chair beside Dr. B's desk, her hands in her lap, fitfully twisting a paper napkin, turning and pulling it to shreds between her fingers. She glanced down at my amused smile and shyly put the napkin on the corner of the desk."Hi," she answered at last, breaking the silence that seemed almost overbearing in the. I love YOU! And that means the whole package. I wouldn’t change anything!”“Because you don’t think the straight Clarissa would be your ‘Lissa’?”“Exactly. And no matter what the personal cost, I will never do anything to hurt you!”“Oh, you will, but it’ll be because you’re a guy and a «глупец», but you won’t mean it. And you’ll tearfully apologize. And I’ll accept your apology. And we’ll move on, forgetting it ever happened.”“An interesting set of confidences — confident I’ll mess up, but. “So what do y’all muhfuckas think about dudes that moan when they nut?” Sharmaine asked.“Shar, oh my God,” replied Denise, attempting to shield her giggle.“You always acting so innocent but I know you be up to some nasty ass shit, just like the rest of us.”“Damn straight,” Emily said. “And I love guys being vocal.”“Girl, me too,” replied Belinda, “Especially the ones that growl like animals. Be all, ‘Arrrrrrgggh.’ Sounding like conquerors or some shit. It’s kinda hilarious but I’ll admit; it’s. Then my hands went down to her pants. Undoing the top button. Then instead of a zipper, she had three more buttons. So I just gave a quick pull, all of the buttons slipping out of the slots. Grabbing her pants and silky underwear, I started moving down the length of her body. Kissing her neck, each nipple, her chest, her stomach her belly button, all the time sliding her bottoms off as I moved down her body, till finally her pants her at her ankles in my outstretched arms and my kisses just.