My dear girl, with a gentle face, often naively went out in my black shirt for my friends and drinking fresh coffee, forcing us to think of her ass an...d ask her to dress ..That evening I was returning as usual from Mila. Entering the market bought a pack of Chesterfields, and chocolate for my girl.It was not just. I loved her, and she loved to be mine. I knew nothing about who she is, her parents, where she lives, but I knew that night it makes the lessons, and sometimes arguing with parents,. For nearly one week the same thing happens. I wake up to see my mom wearing tiny shorts and a halter top. I exclaim, "Mom, what the world is happening?"Mom giggles, "Mommy going to have sex." I smile, "Mom, have fun!" Mom leaves and I get read for a normal day. I do not bother mom nor the black guy accompanying her in the living room. I message Maria about plans for the day. I looked forward to fun. Unfortunately, Maria is busy. Mom and her black friend cuddle tightly. They break the hig and. Her name was Maria Roberts. It was nothing personal, but that bitch hadalways rubbed me the wrong way. She was this total gold-digger, alwaysshowing off her expensive tastes and trying to hook up with the trust-funders. Girls like that gave girls like us a bad name.And so of course where should she be but hitting on some portly lookingpervert with a Calvin Klein shirt and a watch that probably cost morethan his tuition. I don't want to get all judgemental or anything, butI think it was pretty. My heart became lost in you. And my body became one with you. I felt the heat of you, as you caressed each breast with tenderness and passion.Squeezing gently and rubbing across my round, erect nipples, was enough to awaken everything that I am. I needed you so badly. I wanted to feel all of you.As I slowly moved my face upward, I could feel your hot breath close to my lips. I kept my eyes closed and anticipated the heat of your moist, full lips. One hand trailed around my waist, while the.