"Well zat is enough for tonight." Florence say's, stifling a yawn; and her chair scrapes backwards and her soft leather boots muffle her steps as she ...leaves, the wind whistling for a moment as she opens the door to the outside world I came here to escape. I try to return to my book, but my mind is elsewhere, following the sound of The Angel as she moves between the stacks, then I realise I haven't heard her for a couple of minutes, she was in the travel section and now there is just silence,. I know that. I did leave one - by accident. She was being all coy 'bout goin' to the river with Peter an' me an' I grabbed her arm and pushed her into the car. We didn't do anything 'cause she didn't want to fool around which was cool but I just didn't want to be alone while Peter an' Trina fucked.But sometimes she's got other bruises, shit I know wasn't me. She won't tell me who it is - she just 'falls down a lot' - but if I find out, I'm breakin' his fuckin' skull.But right now, the four of. We were never romantically involved, although he had expressed his feelings for me on several occasions over the years. Ben was the first boy to give me flowers. He was a freshman and I was a sophomore when he showed his interest in me. I had told him I couldn't have a boyfriend at the time, but I made sure he knew it wasn't because he was white. We met on occasion in the school library or on the front steps of the school and just sat and talked. Now, I had been all over the world,. He’s just as ready as I am. He’s a slut too! I keep this to myself of course. He moves up on the bed, and straddles my chest. He looks down at me, demanding I open my mouth. I obey willingly. He inches closer, and pushes his cock right into my mouth. He doesn't work it in, he pushes right in, balls deep. He grinds it hard in the back of my throat, before he starts thrusting. I pull hard at the ties, shocked by the roughness. It’s turning me on so much. I feel my pussy glistening with.