Veneshia was pleased with the work she’d done, and she knew her boss was, too. This was a big day for her, as she seldom had any reason to display p...ide while growing up. Her black father, a Staff Sergeant, had died when she was young, but she was never told how he had died. Her French-Vietnamese mother struggled to support herself and her daughter, but hadn’t received any help from either side of their family. In school she was too smart, too black, too Asian - she was always too ‘something.’. While she was licking my Carol’s oozing pussy I got behind her as she had her little athletic ass in the air and I slowly spread her lovely long legs. Then I rubbed my thick eight inch cock up and down in her pussy lips to grease it up. Then I rammed it quickly and roughly into her cunt. She squealed with the same squeal Carol made when she was fucked. Then she pushed back hard. She was letting me know she was enjoying it. That was how Sarah lost her virginity. While we were both making love to. I want to hear your side first."I sighed and sat for a minute, trying to collect my thoughts. "Well, thefirst bit I can remember was sitting on the steps under that aluminumawning at the back of the school, just kinda listening to the way theway the rain was plonking and pinging overhead. It must have been reallyearly, because there were hardly any other kids there. After a while,the buses started pulling into the parking lot. The first one I saw hadyou in it." Oh weird. I'd dreamed I caught. I had a boyfriend but I can't honestly say he took care of me. It was more the other way around—I took care of him. He was a real mama's boy and was so used to having his mother do everything for him he didn't know how to live on his own. He couldn't cook, do the laundry, clean house, or anything. His mother did all that for him and then I came along to do it for him." Yeah, I know the type. But you don't have to worry about me. I've been living on my own since I was eighteen years old. Right.