There's no way Dad pulled my posters down, I would haveheard him.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Ribbons of treasure-gold hair ca...caded on either side of my face.What the fuck?I pulled my hands up and looped my fingers through the strands of hair.Collecting myself, I gave them a quick tug. Instantaneously I was greetedwith a sharp pain in my scalp.What the fuck, what the fuck?I allowed my hands to traverse my face, but neither the hands nor theface felt like the ones I knew. I wanted to give this guy a chance to feel me up. I was sure that it would be something pleasant for him too, because I was more than sure that he must have been a virgin, and that he had trouble with dealing with girls.I didn't know why I wanted this, but I hoped this guy would get something out of this experience. For some weird reason, I sometimes feel attracted to those shy guys around me and want to bring them out of their shell.Then the boy, who had already been playing with me, grabbed. " I start bounce on his cock as I slurp what's left of my ice pop and throw the stick away. "I want more to eat too butterfly." I moan in pleasure. That's all it took for the manager and owner to come up on stage.Now it was a free for all fuck. I eagerly engulf the owners cock. I stand up, not letting the owner out of my mouth, and turn around. I impaled myself once more on the cock and arch my back, presenting my ass for the manager. This presses the butterfly vibrator firmly against my clit.. Not thick, meaty thighs like Sara's, or hard, swelling thighs like Kendra's, but tapering columns of black flesh, beautiful too in their thinner way. My eyes drift up to her wet breasts, exquisite little balls. Thick black nipples, dewy with moisture. Laura frowned, in the midst of her reverie. She had no idea what Shaniqua's body looked like, except for her long, shapely arms and legs. I'm just making this all up, she realized. And I never will know, either, because she seems quite oblivious.