She decided to do so after she'd done her makeup. "Go on then. You have shit to do," said Chelsea, apparently reading her mind."I still say she'd look...better in a skirt," said Kendra, crossing her arms."Maybe next time," Elaine said, smiling and heading to her room.She had to roll the computer chair over and sit sidesaddle in front of the mirror to do her makeup. Working on her eyes first, she applied mascara and light eyeliner. She looked at herself and puckered her lips. Glancing at her hair,. She'd worked hard to be where she was. That was right, all the way back in High School, Jana Moris had seen the social structure emerging and decided she knew exactly where she wanted to be. Right at the top. And she'd been there too, enduring as years passed by and more faces than she cared to remember fought for, won and lost the same prize. It was all down to how you acted. How you looked. How you presented yourself. To the boys, she was a long-legged goddess who might favor them with a. LaterFriday afternoon two of Troy's friends came home with him after school. Ross and Tamala had been his friends since 8th grade. Ross was a young Black kid, 18 tall he was and good looking. Tamala his cousin was the same age and as beautiful and intelligent as any girl in Troy's class. Honor students all they studied together on friday evenings and then usually went out later. Tonight however they stayed in and watched a movie.At 8 Oclock Lucy told them she was retiring to her room and for. ... Fuck me you bastard.”He looked down at her smooth shaven pussy and groaned, “Mmm, love white pussy.” He pulled his shorts down and with no underwear under them, his large black cock sprung free. I could see he was not even hard as did Sally who whispered mockingly, “Oh fuck no, that is far too big for me.”The black guy moved closer towards her stroking his large cock. Sally watched as it got bigger and thicker in his hand, the tip was touching her pussy, Sally reached out and ineffectively.