I was surprised. I didn’t think she’d follow. Maybe she was just playing along so as not to hurt my feelings. After all, I was hideous in my makeu.... I wasn’t ugly underneath it, but I wasn’t a hottie like Liz. People say I’m cute, but I don’t get a lot of attention either, so? Either way, I’d gotten further than I could’ve ever hoped for. My courage was being tested now. I’d imagined I would get a couple flirts in, she’d let me down politely, saying something like she wasn’t into girls. I’d. I like having dirty old me ogle me.”Yvonne said, “That’s enough of that. I saw him first.”She kissed her grandmother just like she had kissed me, and then she walked away while I stared at her tight firm ass. She gave it a little extra twitch for my benefit.We stood up and Yvonne took me over to a tree. She leaned back against it, placed my right hand on her left breast, and then she kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss…just lips…no tongue. It didn’t matter because I was massaging her. My legs were raised and spread and he was between them. His fingers left my butt and the pointy head of his blue-black monster pushed in. Maybe an inch. I wriggled and squirmed but couldn't get away and he was quickly three or four inches into me. It hurt like hell, and I was yelling and crying. "Shut up, Baby Boy," Eddie said. He slapped me again, much harder. then again. "Daddy ain dun fucking yo little white ass." And he drove it home hard. Through the pain I felt his balls resting on my. .. finally!" she said as shedumped her usual armload of things on her desk. She dug her mirror outof her large bag and checked her face and hair. Then she stowed herbag in her desk drawer.She quickly checked his diaper bag - everything looked the usual. Shelooked back at him to tell him to get to work, but something about himwas bothering her. What was it? Part of the problem was that helooked so... normal! And maybe that was it. That and the fact that shedidn't want to see him as.