“You don’t care about what anyone thinks and it makes us dumb girls want to make you care about us.” She looked at me like a science project.“...f you say so.” I shrugged.She looked at me for twenty seconds as though she were in deep thought. Finally she rolled her eyes and said “Oh, fuck it.” She crossed the room and threw her arms around me. We began kissing deeply. It was hot and passionate. She slammed my back against the wall and tore my shirt off of me. “I want you to fuck me!” she moaned.I. Walsh saw more of Dylan than she had expected. He was standing over the toilet buck naked, his right hand jacking himself off. With the door open she could hear his moaning and the music coming from Brenda’s stereo. He had been so into what he was doing, he hadn’t heard the door open.She stood aghast, mouth open, her free hand dropping to her still moist crotch. He was so into what he was doing, his teeth were bared and he had bent slightly at the knees, his hand moving more quickly. The phone. "Could we, uh, watch that foreign video, tonight?" She was fingering herself under the sheets, staring innocently at me. "You want to fuck that black guy, don't you?" She could tell I was hurt and I was. "No, baby. It's just a video. We haven't seen it for a while." She nestled her head into my chest, pulling her naked body against mine. -- That was a month ago. The interracial snuff film became a regular viewing and our playful fantasizing was heavily influenced. It started with pretending she. "I'm thinking we are going to jail regardless of what happens so I decide to fuck her like it's my last time ever having sex. I look at her, she's still sweaty. Her shirt is barely on and her shorts are unzipped. She has a look of excitement on her face. I think she likes putting on a show."When do we start?" She asks."Pull over to this alley and I'll let you begin."I get in the car and drive slowly into the alley. Fear anxiety, excitement, and many other emotions are running through me now..