They talked to a lawyer and then the school. Mr. Jones had a history as a model teacher or something. He was very popular in the community, and it was...basically his word against mine. I guess his word meant a lot more. Suddenly we became outcasts in our town. Nobody wanted anything to do with us. The kids at school called me awful names. People would whisper when we were out in public as a family. It got so bad Mom and Dad decided to move. Luckily Dad didn't work in our town, so we just moved. ”“Huh?”“She doesn’t care about logos and brands. She looks at fit, style, movement.”“Movement?”“See the way her jacket falls from her shoulder line. How her suede boots take on an almost liquid form. Look at her sweater — subtle and sexy. Like lines of dialogue written in the shadows. People look at Vanessa and feel a kind of ... moody yearning.”I should know.Pilar listened raptly. Observing, evaluating, absorbing.I deplaned at Newark Airport. Took a cab into Manhattan. Directly to Phillip and. I looked across her to see Mary on her other side. We made our way outside and stood near the passenger pickup area.Mom drove up shortly. She reached over and opened up the front passenger door."Let Sara sit up front."We eased her in and I handed the seatbelt over her to Mom after I'd swung her legs inside. Once we got her seated I closed her door and got in the back with Mary. I grabbed Mary's hand, squeezed it and smiled at her. She smiled back. I let go, surprised she didn't attempt to pull. .... White guy filled the spot between my legs when my BBC moved off of me. OMG, what a monster that dick of his was in thickness.First my BBC man tired to force his way up to my belly, now white guy was tearing my soft, sweet, warm and cum filled pussy to and past my limit of stretching. I was in such a state of pleasure that I lost all sense of time, location, with the number of body shaking ORGASMS. I was again filled with baby making fluid. I wonder if that would make a spotted black.