The next morning, John got up, grabbed breakfast and head over to Mrs. Smith's place and knocked on the door at exactly 8. Mrs. Smith opened the door ...in a pair of yoga pants and a sports top struggling to hold everything in, but showing everything off all at the same time.Mrs. Smith looked John over too, and said, "Good morning, John. I'm so glad you could help." No problem, Mrs. Smith, where should I start." Please, call me Mary, you're 18 now. I feel older when you call me, misses."John felt. He slid in again, this time a little harder, and I threw my head back against the pillow and he kissed my neck as he started to thrust slowly inside me. I buried my face against his chest and grabbed his arms as I came and he grunted as I tighted around him. When I laid my head back, he quickened his pace a little bit and he kissed my ear again and whispered, ‘I love making love to you. You’re so tight and you feel so good underneath me.’ All I could do was moan. I kissed him and ran my nails. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I asked."Forgetting what?" The ring," I said.Kate took a deep breath and pulled the engagement ring off her finger and set it next to the key on the counter. I walked to the door with Kate and picked up a couple of her boxes and carried them down to her car for her.Just before she drove away Kate said, "I know you don't want to hear this but I am truly sorry that I did this to you. I do still love you."I didn't respond. I just turned and headed back up to my. It had always slightly concerned James as to why she did that. After all, she couldn’t know what that black slang street voice did to him? could she ? No, of course she couldn’t. It’s just that he never heard her using that voice to any other teacher. But man, she was fine ! She would grace any hip hop video on MTV Base. Yes, James regularly watched the music channels. They were a great source of visual gratification for James. He just loved black girls; especially young, proud, bubble-butted.