So we sat down and then after a while she said “He's the only guy who's ever been nice to me, you know” and she looked like she was about to cry a...nd suddenly I felt really sorry for her. Then she lit a cigarette and she drew it in deep and then she said “Actually I hate these things. But I'm out of pot. You have any?” and I just shook my head and then she said “I could get some in like ten minutes. But I always have to suck the guy's dick for it.”Then she paused for a few seconds and then she. We did not know when we both fell asleep in our arms. At 6 am the milkman rang the bell to deliver the bell. I struggled to get up because Pooja was still on my top and fully naked. Somehow I got her off me, put my trouser and collected the milk pouches. The milkman wondered why I was not awake as usual. Told him I had a late night and saw him off but not before collecting Pooja’s share of milk pouches too. As I closed the door , I saw Pooja getting up and she was stark naked just as the way. "'I know Joey, ' Manny said. 'He takes it up the ass.'"He's queer?" 'Richie said, not sure if Manny was kidding or not." 'Yeah, he's queer,"' Paula said genially."'But he took your cherry?"' I said, not wanting to believe she lost her cherry to a queer."'Well, he wanted to change his luck. He told me so. I guess I wanted to change mine too. So we did it in the backseat of his Pontiac."'"'Was he any good?"' Richie asked."'I dunno. The first time's usually a bummer from what my girlfriend's told. Thanks to Ronica, I was not alone. For people, she was my little sister. For me, she was my mate. Yes, we loved each other!The love bonded us as an inseparable couple. We were African American girls. Our oval faces, proportioned eyes, Nubian noses, full lips, and black hair were the features of our beauty. Nonetheless, Ronica looked a bit shorter and more feminine. Her hourglass figure was well-endowed; 38E bras and size 12 briefs were the snug undies for her. Unlike me, her hair was long and.