There was an audience for this of about fifteen college girls, mostly black, some from other minorities, who all seemed to know Amber, and were very a...ttentive to Laura. She did not dare to look very closely at any of them as she stood behind the rostrum, gazing out at their young, expectant faces, fearing that she would focus on one and thereafter be completely flummoxed and speechless. After all, I'm not here to further a seduction, she reminded herself. Whatever Amber might insinuate. I'm. I knew one day this could lead to trouble. But i also thought of it as a form of foreplay as i always wound up sucking on Stanley's hard cock for starters. It seemed like our love making was geared around me being attracted to Stanley's cock like a magnet is attracted to metal. I loved pleasing Stanley so when he told me he told me that he wanted me to please his friend Issac as well. My cock got hard and all i could think about was having cocks in both my holes. Stanley wanted to take. A songwriter. She reaches and idly plucks a sting or two daydreaming a bit. She is at ease here. The bag is forgotten. The battle, a truce. Quinton feels like singing. He has his heart’s desire in his house. Whether he gets her into bed is irrelevant. As he uncorks the wine, he figures it would be enough to court her and woo her. She is as nice as Janet and Sam said she was, if not nicer. Funny. Beautiful. An awkward charm. And they sure have a good thing going with the physical attraction.. Then we kissed one more time and then we got an unexpected visitor. Joe walked in and saw us together.“What the fuck is this?!” Joe asked.“This a guy and a woman relaxing after they both just had an emotional connection while having sex. One thing you would have no idea about,” I replied.“What the fuck does that mean?” Joe asked.“Well I heard you fucking other woman on the phone, and it sounded like there was no emotional connection,” I replied.Then he just looked stunned and pissed at the same.