Man dat nice piece of white ass, dat fo sho uncle Lamont.Ok boys, have a seat, our little white Bitch gonna do sum dancing.Lamont cranked up the music.... Come on slut, do da Ghetto dance like U learned.Lisa looked around, there were a dozen boys in their teens watching, laughing, smiling.Bitch, Ise told U to git movin. Yelled Lamont.Ya Bitch yu heard him. Shake it. Come ON.Lisa began to dance swaying her hips, thrusting out her chest.She cupped her breasts. Her ample breasts and hard nipples. .” she placed her hand on my crotch area and squeezed my cock . “ mmmm” she groaned , I went to reach my hand up the front of her skirt “no no no “ she sung . She patted my bed with her hand I sat down . She came towards me and straddled my lap . “ those rumours are true about you “ she moaned . She then pushed me back on the bed and asked me to take my boxers off , so I took them down around me knees. She then placed one hand on her dress “ take it off “ I suggested . She glanced down and. Everyone knew that she was the hottest girl around, including Helen, who used the fact to her advantage.Helen always had boys falling over themselves to do things for her. She flirted shamelessly, and teased unmercifully, yet every boy, and not just a few girls, would still kiss the ground that she walked on just to be acknowledged by her. I thought that she was quite sexy as well, but once again, I was not as smitten with her as all the others seemed to be.Helen was grouped with me for an. "Whatever you say," Vicki shrugged."No-never-mind?" James chided playfully. "Is that an English teacher who just said that?" I grew up in the country—guilty as charged!" Vicki laughed.Becky Chandler walked into the house at fifteen minutes before six. Her mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner. Her father was in the living room reading the newspaper."Why are you so late, Becky?" the Reverend asked."Cheerleader practice," Becky answered as she set her books on a small table in the foyer."But.