It had been a birthday party... her husband's strong hand controlled the extent of her building lust. Oh yes, she was just as excited as when she was ...a child and it was her birthday!His wife's uneven breathing reminded Douglas of his own building desire, and he pushed even harder into the spread-legged Eflo! Suddenly the young Ambassador was aware of what was happening! He was taking two women at once! It was incredible! Unbelievable! He was slipping his big fucking cock up into Eflo's black,. “I’m hoping you’ll at least talk to them all,” she said. “I can’t ask you to do more than that. It’ll be up to you and them to decide if you can help them.”“I noticed a few of the cheerleaders were on your list. Were the rest of them there?” I asked and she looked down.“Yes. Some of them are the worst-off.”I opened the car door and leaned out, to throw up into the gutter. It was sickening. I pulled deep lungfuls of cold air into my lungs as I heaved my lunch onto the curb until I hurt. I spit. I felt pretty turned on by this point and figured a little flirtation wouldn't hurt at this point. Handing her my boarding pass, I casually asked, "So is it any coincidence your name is 'I moan' spelled backwards?" I knew from past experience that a line like that could get a variety of responses, from disgust to perhaps a slap or a drink being thrown my way. Handling the remark with a sexy sophistication, Naomi said "That all depends on who's hitting this, white boy", as she lightly tapped. I kind of, surprisingly, liked him. Just friends, obviously, though. I mean, I AM straight after all. Weeks go by and I find myself caught up in classes and the social aspect of clubs, especially after becoming president of a small social group on campus. Up until now, I haven’t liked coffee, as it makes me spaz out, and I really like being able to control myself. Like most college students, you find yourself breaking at some point in the semester and loving that black battery-like backup. I.