" I dropped Anna off, and then drove to campus. Damn, she really was into it. Now I wish I brought some toys with me, I wouldn't mind some pegging bef...ore class. I felt myself get hard. Fuck, now I'm horny.I pulled into the student parking lot, unzipped my jeans, and jacked off. There was no way I was going to be able to pay attention with all of this on my mind. When I was ready to blow, I stepped out and came next to my car. I then zipped up, grabbed my backpack, and went to. There seemed to be a particularly vicious gang, The Dots, operating out of a African-American neighborhood. They were concentrating on drugs and prostitution, with a little numbers and a lot of protection thrown in.Their neighborhood was called The King Place because of a now-defunct housing project called The MLK Towers. All but one of the apartment buildings had been razed, but one of the towering buildings was still there. It had been taken over by The Dots as their headquarters and main. The next morning my dinning table reeked of pussy, cock, cum, sweat, and fucking. I had forgotten about that part, but somehow it wasn’t that unpleasant and made my pussy tingle with memories of last night. Beena called me that evening. We had agreed that nobody would talk about any of this, and so far we hadn’t, but karan had let slip a comment to beena, “mom, that neeta is really hot,” or something like that, and then remembered and shut up.Beena’s curiosity had gotten the best of her, and. I could taste the saltiness on her lips; a tart taste yet passionate enough to make her giggle when we kissed. I guided her backside onto the van chairs and pulled her hips closer to my head. I thumbed the sides of her panties, pulled them up past her knees and down past her ankles. They were off, and I was in between her knees. I eyed her precious pussy and found myself salivating a little. Brynn was as erect as a woman could be, her inner lips out on display like a flower looking for some.