A huge smile crossed my face, which the others around me immediately picked up on. Once again, I noticed a couple unsure faces around me, so I asked S...ephanie, “Just how many southern rock or blues songs would you hope to hear at this dance?” I figured knowing that, it would give us an idea of how to response to her unique request.“Uh, I don’t really have a number, but if you could play like four to six songs in a row, maybe in your second set, I think that would be awesome. Our teachers would. You wait and get off at the next one to ride back.” He nodded agreeably. “Okay… hey, thanks, that was fun.” “It was.” The train was slowly grinding to a stop. “Can I ask your name?” He gave me that quirky, sexy smile again. “Let’s keep the mystery alive. Maybe I’ll tell you next time.” “What makes you so sure there’ll be a next time?” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Just a hunch. I ride this train every night, the eight-thirty. Five days a week.” “I never do.” “Tonight you did; I think you. I was soon shooting my juices over her hand and onto her face as she had continued to lick at my cunt. "OH FUCK" I cried out "FUCK" I added as I was launched into a world of lustful bliss. I was so lost in pleasure and I didn't know for how long that I didn't realize she had stopped and had moved up next to my head, "You fuckin' white whore" she said and with one swing, slapped my face hard bringing me back down to earth a little. Then she started to slap at my tits as I recovered enough to. Those are supposed to be in a box in the closet. Let's go sit in the classroom; it's just as comfortable in there without my 'brag' wall' overshadowing our conversation."But Dessie and Phillip weren't listening, for they were riveted on the diplomas and certificates on the wall. Helen started to protest, but remembered what Selina had told her about her parents needing a school for her that they could brag about to friends.The three were back in the classroom. "So this is your 'temporary'.