Others clinched their thirst with an Irish Moss or cooled off with a cold Red Stripe. Denise was not among those Jamaicans enjoying their free time. I...stead of taking pleasure in the fact that it was her day off, Denise remained in her apartment, mindlessly searching for something to help her cope with her sorrow. Just as she had the last ten days, when she wasn’t at work Denise sat in her apartment trying to forget, hoping to get past her misery. To that end, she was searching the Internet for. We all got up and got some more drinks they had wine I had a couple of beers. Becky looked over at me and asked me if I would still like to TAP THAT ASS. Cindy looked at both of us will a strange look on her face and Becky told what I would say when she walk by the house and we all laughed. Then Becky said well are you going to TAP THAT ASS or not. I looked over at Cindy and said how about it. She said look at my dick it answers that question. I don’t thing I ever made a girls dick hard. This part never occurred to me. How do I explain myself."Um.... I... Mrs. Kring...." I stammered.Michael interrupted, "Mrs. Kring, I think what Andi is saying is that she is in this class."Kring gave Michael a quizzical stare."Mrs Kring, this is Andi. Andi Lembke." Don't play with me, Michael. I'm not blind. I know what Andrew Lembke looks like, and---" It's me, Mrs Kring," I spoke using my boy voice.A shocked gasp swept over the room. A few murmurs of "fag" and "fucking tranny" could be heard.. . no, son ... oh, shit ... don’t ... ohhhh.’He pulled on the nipple and rolled it around. ‘Mom, is this what I should do? Do you like it? Please say you do.’‘Stop! You must stop this instant.’It was clear to Chris, his mother was not going to make it easy for him. Next stage, he thought, as he retrieved the handcuffs from his pocket and snapped the cuff on the wrist he was holding.Her head shot round and stared at the handcuffs. ‘What ... where?’‘Recognise them? Sorry, Mom, I borrowed them from.