Gloria? She just shook her head and pronounced them all a ridiculous waste of money. She made me give almost all of them up. Is that all? From her? Ha...h!"Then she started asking about my education — my college degree. When I said I was missing a few credits — only three and a half years' worth — towards a valuable degree in Recreational Science, was she impressed? Hell, no! She just howled with laughter. Then she made me work."You heard her complain about Casey Jackson being a slave driver?. I added little dots of cream onto the pineapple and his balls, and twirled it into the chocolate that flowed over his groin in little etchings that matched those on his body, working very, very carefully with my pointy wooden stick. “That feels so good,” he groaned as I traced the patterns, “You can do that forever. Don’t stop.” I didn’t. I sat there for ages, until my back hurt, tracing the pretty white patterns in the dark chocolate, and then reversing, drawing dark chocolate back into the. One day while walking home a car pulled up alongside of us and everyday one of the guys would get out of the car and walk with us. At first it was just one colored guy and then he had one of his friends with him. One day his friend was white and another day he was colored, some days it was all three of them. They were from a college not far from where we went to high school. They were all cute guys not your thug like guys with dreadlocks but they were very popular with the student body and were. She heaved her body into an arch, pushing him up a little as she grunted from the effort, then tried to drop and pull out from under him, but he dropped back and trapped her knees. He released her left hand, leaning back so she could no longer strike him, and started unbuckling his own belt. She bent forward and up, slapped a stinging blow across his face, but he ignored it and dragged his breeches below his stiff damp cock. She rained blows on him, but they were open handed. They stung, but.