I don't know what he sees. “Can we go somewhere?” I smile, open my eyes wide and grin like the world is winning. My familiar street fades and I st...rt to look at the surrounds as though I have never seen them before. He doesn't take my hand as we move off. We don't speak. In the hall at the apartment block I fumble for my keys. For a moment I'm nervous. He slides a warm hand across my kidney as I rummage in my bag. I forget what it is to be nervous. It's a game, a fore-gone conclusion. I open. "She what?" Rachelle said, standing up. "That fat bitch? Can do what?" Rachelle looked at me with a smile. "Did she?" I told you it was pretty close," I lied. Rachelle was by far the better fuck, she rode my dick hard, plus she loved my cock, while Monica was just doing it to ger back at Rachelle."Close, huh?" Rachelle said, staring a hole through me. "You're lying," Rachelle smiled. "I bet you had to fuck her, I bet she didn't want to take it up that tight fat ass, and you took control and. He’d certainly not reported it to her. “Sadly, she caught cold and couldn’t make the journey. But she hopes she may yet travel for the wedding itself. Such a glorious union.” Queen Cesphea smiled over at Bantia and Hostus, the engaged couple sitting at the center of the table in the long hall. Cesphea’s black eyes lingered on Bantia’s slender neck, and the delicate clavicle exposed by her formal stola. “Thank you, your majesty.” Bantia blushed when she caught the queen’s eye. “I find my. It's not a full moon."They emerged into the bright lights of the gym to find a squad of comparatively tiny teens, three of whom were shooting some hoops as they waited. As Rebecca lined up her shot, Linda and Marcia yelled encouragement. "Miss this shot, Becky, and you have to ask Kevin out!" Yes, in the nude!"Just then they noticed the squad emerging from the locker room."Oh, don't stop on our account!" Ginger called. "I want to see if Becky makes this!"Rebecca blanched and obediently turned.