Friday night was uneventful. We watched TV, had popcorn, regular niece-uncle stuff. Saturday morning I dressed and went to the kitchen. It was pouring... rain outside which meant that I would be staying inside. I was wondering if the girls had plans. I turned from the coffee pot and almost dropped my coffee cup. Chrissie was standing in the middle of the room, her reddish- brown hair disheveled and she was yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Barefoot, she wore only a thin nightgown.. "but he keeps giving me Cs or worse. I think he just doesn't like me." C'mon baby, everyone likes you," I smiled. "I like you; Javon likes you," I teased.Her brow knitted as she looked at me. "I hope that's true." She looked down at her hands."You actually wonder about that? He really played it cool when your parents were here. If he didn't like you a lot, why would he do that? Not only that, but The guy has been over here a coupla times a week all semester fucking your pretty little white. “Spread your legs.” My legs responded before I’d fully registered what he had said, he squeezed the inside of my thigh, eliciting a moan and a pool of heat between my legs. His large hand raked up my leg and I felt his thumb pressing my soaked panties into my pussy, I gasped and rocked my hips, wanting – needing – more. I needed to feel his skin touching me. He must have read my mind; he pushed my underwear to the side and used the tips of his fingers to tease me. “You’re soaked.” I tried to. “I picked those up for you yesterday,” Phil told her. “I took them with me when I left because I hoped to find you at some point.”“You bought me roses?” Hailey asked, tears in her eyes. “No one has ever got me roses before! Oh, Phil, I love you so much. I am sorry I am such a stupid bitch sometimes.”She stood alternating glances from the flowers that she picked up and the guy she adored. Her tears fell freely but Phil wiped them away.“We don’t have clothes on,” Phil pointed out with a.