My glasses are thicker than Steve Urkel’s. I was really thankful for Josiah’s help but I felt awful. I looked like a punk in front of the gal I li...ed. If it hadn’t been for my best friend, I’d be bleeding right now. Josiah and I left the library together. He had a date with that Brigit chick again. Normally I tease him for messing around with White women but after getting my ass kicked over a Black woman who didn’t even like me, I didn’t feel too strong. Josiah kept telling me how he found the. She was so excited ‘Of course you will have to talk it over with my father, but I would love to marry you.’ She said. She couldn’t believe it was happening this fast. ‘Then will you come here to me and let me hold my wife to be.’ He grabbed her and started to kiss her hard on the lips. She didn’t know what to do. He started running his hand up her waist to her breast. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this but it felt so good. He used both of his hands and rubbed around both of her breast. Her. I unhooked it gently from her delicate ear and put it next to the other one on the coffee table. Then I held her hair with both hands and stroked it. Combing with my fingers and making a loose braid that came undone with its own weight. She closed her eyes, enjoying my attention. I gently guided her hand to my boxers.She took my semi-hard cock in her hands. Feeling the foreskin that’s softer than her hands. She started rubbing me gently. Then taking her hair, she wrapped it around the foreskin. Eyes half-open with sleep, I looked over to my bedside table to check the time. It was half past four; I had slept for over three hours.With a sudden surge of excitement, everything that had happened yesterday morning flooded back into my memory. Going over to Paul’s house, looking to grab him before heading out to spend some time with our mutual friend Jamie. Finding him half-naked and asleep, noticing the considerable tent in his boxers almost by accident. The moment when I looked up to find.