The day had come. Clair comes for lunch. I had prepared myself well for this occasion. A light lunch with a good glass of rosé seemed like a good sta...t. When it came to clothes, I was dressed in delicious lingerie. Black nylons with azure briefs and my favorite bra, half a body, in the same color. Then a white blouse and a black leather skirt with a side gap. Of course, the gray high heels were not to be missed. I thought about what Clair would look like. Something had to be done ...The bell. Can I give you a blowjob?" Rachel asked."I'd be dumb not letting you," Darryl laughed, and sat down on the bed. Rachel lay down flat on her stomace and wrapped her tounge around the head. She then started licking toward his balls, and then thrust have the thing in her mouth. It was kind of big for her, but she wanted to fit it wholly in her mouth. She sucked on it like a baby sucking its mother's breast. Finally, Darryl came. She was kind of surprised because he gave no warning, so she. " "Really? Why?" "Because come Monday morning, I want to walk through school holding your hand, kissing you and whispering in your ear." "Oh, Layla." My heart dropped, I just stared into her eyes. I wanted her so bad. Her mind, her body and her soul. I wanted to know about her every dream and every fear. I wanted to know about her past and be a part of her future. I wanted her, all of her. She stared back, gently placing her hands on the sides of my face, caressing me, before pressing her lips. He didn’t respond. I tried to flick on a light and nothing happened. A small butterfly of panic settled in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed a couple times with difficulty. ‘Chance?’ I called again. Still nothing. No other sounds met my ears. The small butterfly of panic grew a little bit bigger. I shuffled softly against the wall searching for anything that could have made the sound. But I could see nothing. When I entered the kitchen I tried again to turn on the lights. Again nothing.