In my third period English class, Miss Phillips was lecturing when I drifted off to think about my current predicament with my mother and Sylvia. "Wan... to give me that gum, Joey?" Miss Phillips was standing over me and I handed her the gum. I fumed, thinking about how I would soon be dying for a cigarette while Miss Phillips would be off to office between periods, smoking one of those Benson & Hedges gold 100s she always had sticking out of the side pocket of her black leather hobo bag. Sure. "Oh my God. Oh my God! Oh My God!! Yes! Yes! Yes!!!! Oh Fuck!!" Bailey cried over and over. Her back arched off the bed, her toes curled, her hands fisted in Cassie's hair and her cries echoed the rhythm of her throbbing of her sex. When finally, the last spasm wracked her body and she returned to earth, she lay there panting. Sweat pooled between her breasts and glistened along the rest of her body. Once she had her breath back, she was desperate to know Cassie's taste. "It's my turn now. I. . ok?" She commanded.I nodded put my bags in her room while she started to undress in the way to the bathroom. The kitchen was next to the second bedroom used as a studio, office, guest room. I walked there not before taking a look in her lingerie drawer, for my surprised she had three of them, for a tomboy she sure is a more sensual than we believed. The top one was divided in two sections, one for panties and the other one for bras, everyday stuff. The second one was more sophisticated,. We stood on a deck overlooking the vineyards as he pulled a cigar and a joint from his pocket. I lit both."I just want to thank you for all you've done for my wife. She loves you very much and I know you love her, too. How can you not love her? She is the very best thing that has ever happened to me and I want you to know that I will take good care of her and I will always treat her well. I am blessed." This is good to hear, Randall, because, you know, if you ever hurt her, I will hunt you.