Alison asked, "Did everything that I remember actually happen last night?" Clare asked her what she remembered. Alison named off the items on her ment...al list. Clare nodded her pretty head for each item. Alison blushed as she mentioned the things that she and Clare had done in bed. Clare only smiled at her friend.Alison had to pee. She got out of bed and almost ran to the bathroom. She sat down on the commode and let her water drain from her body. After she had finished, she automatically. As I heard the bone-jarring thud of each clog, I felt those wiggly, jiggling, bouncy tugs torture my clitoris. To heighten the pleasure, I glazed over my eyes to concentrate better on my genitalia. Admittedly in another level of consciousness by then, my prancing gait had driven me into a state of complete abandon. I was oblivious to everything but the motions that created my bliss, including my wide-eyed little Louise. The trance that her flopping locket’s tugs induced was shattered by the. “Please what Anya? Do you want me to stick my tongue in your pussy and lick you till you cum all over my face, or do you want me to finger you until you beg me again and again?” growled out James as he traced the outline of her ear with his tongue. “Yes” screamed Anya. “Yes what” asked James, moaning in frustration Anya rubbed her sensitive nipples against his bare chest. “Both please James fuck me” whimpered Anya, the thought of being ashamed didn’t even enter her mind. This was right, he was. I decided to write about one of my many tryst with black cock. I also mentioned how I only sleep with black men. After the next lecture Ms K asked to speak to me after class. She had me talk to her in her office. She said that my essay was really good but we were suppose to write about actual experiences and not fantasies. I told her everything I wrote about was 100% true.Ms K couldn't believe it was all true. She asked me if I really only slept with black guys. I told her I did and I never.