The guy with his fingers almost inside is grinning like a madman, making sure to ask «ever been with a black guy» before putting his finger all the ...way deep into Linn.The feeling suddenly changing from Linn’s lips and alot deeper inside, has her confused at whats happening before she regains herself a bit and manages to struggle a bit against the hand under her, making it worse as the rest of the fingers now has landed on her clit, parting her lips.The thick dark fingers being pressed into. It was while we were finishing our food that she began to talk to me about me being eighteen and about girls and growing up in general.I guessed that this was going to end up with us having some sort of ‘facts of life’ discussion that I should have been having with her three years previously. I could not have possibly dreamed where it was actually taking us.She told me that she was sorry that we had not discussed these things a few years ago before I began to have feelings for my developed. It was him.He could still see it in his mind’s eye as clearly as if it were happening right in front of him. He’d gone to the bathroom late one night, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, because he felt sick from drinking too much. His girlfriend had just dumped him, and he was trying to drown his sorrows.The nausea had faded as he knelt over the bowl, and he sat back against the wall before daring to try to stand. The sound of whimpering and heavy breathing had drawn his eyes to where. He caught himself before he said anything and quietly said, "Yeah, I'm okay. It's just, well, this caught me by surprise."He flushed the toilet and walked out to see his dad, clearly worried about him and as white as can be. He smiled weakly at him, a feeble attempt to show that he was alright before washing his face and getting the foul taste out of his mouth. Yeah, he feels as bad as I do. Probably worse because there's nothing that he can do for his son. He feels helpless and he knows that I.