"Get in, Myra." I felt a strong arm grip me from inside the car and pullme down into the front passenger seat. I turned to see Bear behind thewheel, h...lding onto my arm, only he wasn't really bear anymore. Insteadof the greasy dark brown hair that had probably helped to give Bear hisnickname, his hair was now blonde, and cut extremely close to the scalp.He was actually a little better looking, with clearer, younger featuresthan I remembered. And if anything, he was bigger than before.Officer. Still I didn’t have any eye contact with her and I started pressing my shoulder to her breasts. Now even she was pressing it towards me and she made a moaning noise when I pressed it harder. She was wearing a nightie and was not wearing bra. The tension inside the room was growing and suddenly she kept her hand on my thighs. Now I got up and she was leaning towards me and when I got up her hands touched my cock and I just hugged her tightly.We stood there in that position for more that 5. .. OOH!" -Or you boyfriend?" NOO!" But bad little white girl likes it though, don't she? You like fuckin a nice hard black cock, ain't that right?" I love black cock! Oh I love it! I need it! It's soo much better. More! Give me more! I need it bad!" Heather wanted him to pound her and use her and fuck her. There was nothing romantic about the moment and it was well beyond passion. It was rough, almost violent sex that her body craved. She wanted him to fuck her as a form of punishment, to crush. ’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘We’ve never had a conversation about it. Why would you just assume-?’ ‘What kind of conversation?’ Brody interrupted. ‘Well, for one, we never had any type of exclusivity conversation. You know, where we agreed to be exclusive.’ ‘Agreed to be…? Wait. Are you seeing other people?’ Brody looked aghast at the very thought. ‘No,’ Michelle said, shaking her head. ‘Do you… do you want to see other people?’ Brody then asked quietly, looking concerned. ‘No. That’s not what I’m.