There was no way for me to know what you were thinking and, yes, the color issue was there but it was way in the back. ‘I wanted you with me so much...that I was unwilling to take a chance on losing you. I was caught between heaven and hell with you… and, then there’s your sister.’ ‘What did she do?’ ‘Nothing. That’s it. She did nothing but every time I saw her she seemed to think that we were already sleeping together, that you already were my…’ ‘Whore? I think mistress is reserved for white. Outside, I stood at the back as the teacher, a hunk of a man in his mid twenties, told everyone the route. Amidst numerous moans and groans (not the variety I'm used to) the girls set off. As I passed the teacher he stooped me and asked who I was. As I gave him the same story my nipples got even harder as his eyes tried to burn through the thin T-shirt. He accepted what I said and off I went. I looked back before I turned the corner; he was still watching me.Fortunately, Jon has kept me. Now it was real, and I have her all to myself. She grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. Her eyes gazed into mine, and I looked back softly as the passion began to build. I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood there in her lace panties and bra. I kissed her neck softly, and she jumped into my arms. She ground her Mon’s pubis against my semi-erect shaft. My cock soon jumped to life and became fully erect. I push her body on the bed and began to kiss her upper lip. I. “You were really great!” Cindee shrugged. “I was okay. My techs missed some of the lighting cues, and I’m still having trouble dancing and singing at the same time.” “Well, I didn’t notice,” I said. “I thought you were great.” She smiled that famous smile that was on the cover of every magazine in every supermarket rack in the United States. “Well, I’m glad you liked it,” she said. “Hey, we’re going to hang out a little bit. Want to join us?” “Sure,” I said. There was nothing waiting for me at.