.his cock in her hand, in her mouth!She came to a dead halt on the sidewalk, her breath heavy in her mouth. It was late and the campus was mostly dese...rted. She looked around and then stepped behind a nearby hedge. Remembering, she whispered, “Take off your clothes.”She stripped in the moonlight, remembering his eyes on her, and knelt, completely naked, on the grass. She whispered to the imaginary James, “Please fuck my mouth again,” before shoving two, then three fingers between her lips,. C. Fields, right?" Uh, yeah, bro', thass right." Well, W. C., you're gonna hafta go look for Mae West someplace else." Yeah, bu—" Or you could consider the alternative."And I gotta tell ya, I never laugh at the same joke twice."The black man puts up his hands in front of his chest and backs away a half dozen paces, then scurries from the terminal.The policeman looks at Daisy, clears his throat to speak, changes his mind, and walks on.He does not want to see what becomes of her, because it can't. ..Her hand began to shake just slightly, holding her coffee cup. She took a long pause, then took her the towel off her head and was deep in thought. Finally she handed me the towel and turned her back to me. I took the towel and began drying her hair. “I do this for my girlfriend all the time at home.” She began to kind of ‘mmmm’ just slightly. Her head slowly began to lean back on me. I could hear her breathing pick up. She said softly….”You said you haven’t attacked a woman all day. What. “I wish you hadn’t cut your hair,” he said before he pressed the doorbell. I had to turn away to hide the smirk on my face. The six inches of my hair that I had cut off a few weeks before had deeply bothered Jake and it felt good, empowering, to see the discontent he had felt from my defiant act since. The door swung open and two attractive people greeted us. I found Hillary—a café owner of a year—incredibly pretty. Her gorgeous face, beautiful long curly hair, impressive body, and nice smile.