“Please.” She moaned, her eyes closing, her lips sensuous, framing an oval shaped mouth, the sound delightful to my ears. “Please please or ple...se pause?” “Yes.” I smiled, kneeling before her, my mouth on her pouting tummy, her rounded mound, her quivering arrow of desire, my tongue entering her quiver, filling it full of eros, barbed and pointed. I was the hunter, after all, and she my captive. As I filled her, I felt her shivers turn to quaking; her whispers soon turned to moans, her. We were so engrossed in each other that we failed to hear Louise enter the room. ‘Is this a private party, or can anyone play?’ Bette raised her head. She was still holding the note. She held it out to Louise. ‘See what Jim gave me!’ Louise held the paper to the light, squinting as she read it. Then she turned to me, and with a half smile, said, ‘It looks like I underestimated you again, Jim. Congratulations.’ While I was tucking that comment in the back of my mind, Louise slipped her robe off. "Was it Jordan Bentley?" He asked watching me put my clothes on. "Whose that?" I ask. "No, can't be him.... lemme see..." "Dude, can we just go back to the assignment?" I say getting a little irritated. "Well I think I got the right to know. You wouldn't let me hit it first, but you let some other dude you don't even know fuck you?" he said, his voice sounding agitated. I didn't know what else to say, so I didn't say anything. I sat down and began looking at the math book again. "So your not. "Ahhhh! My arm! My tit! You're hurting me! Ohhhh, don't hurt me!" Nice tits," he grated, a sneer twisting his lips. "For an old bitch, you're no bag rack, that's for sure. How's your ass, baby? You got a tight ass too?" Ah, God!" Tish cried with shock, trembling all over, going suddenly weak. Her knees gave way at the thought of being raped up her ass again, and she crumpled to them at his feet, sobbing."Get over there, you cunt!" he cried, shoving her hard and making her sprawl on the side.