She was kinda shocked.Then I looked her in her eyes and pulled her towards me and started to kiss. First she didn’t respond, but slowly she opened h...er mouth and god her tiny lips tated so good… I have no idea how long we have kissed and I kept biting her lips slowly.Then I moved my hands to her breasts and started to press and she said no and took my hand off. She said sorry and said we should go from here before we do something more badly. I was very upset when I came out. We dint talk at. Minutes went by and I felt the pressure building up. I knew that I was about to blow my load. With one last stroke I finally blew my cum everywhere. I got myself cleaned up from the globs of white cum and I sent her a friend’s request. A few days later I got back on and found out that she had added me.The next day I sent her an email telling her thank you for adding me. We talk and talked via email and finally I asked for a picture of her face. Melissa as I am going to call her in this story to. I put the knife inside the waistline of her blouse, with the blunt edge towards her body, and quickly slit the fabric almost all the way to armpit, but stopped short. I didn’t want to pink her with the knife tip. Then I slipped the knife inside her sleeve on the same side, and slit the fabric again, almost all the way to her armpit.I repeated the process on the other side.Now the only thing holding the blouse together was the seams under her armpits.I walked back to my pack, fished inside it,. He smiled slightly and Steven caught a quick flash of white."King," Steven said, uncertainly, sticking out his hand. There was no wayto know whether the name was real or some moniker, in his limitedexperience with black people. The black man took it."Cha'm'd," the man said. He had a strange accent that Steven couldn't puthis finger on, something like the people had down in New Orleans, butharsher. Something about King Love's tone made Steven feel mocked.Steven took the stool on the other side.