Even in hushed tones, your voice hits the very center of my being. It reaches in and touches me in all those places nobody ever dared to go before.”... I thought you wanted the world to know what was yours.” I gasp as I feel you inching the tiny piece of material up over my ass. “Be careful princess or I may change my mind.” “You won’t. “I feel your hand slipping between my thighs to my drenched heat. Your fingers dive in and pull back; bringing them to my lips. “Taste yourself.” Your commanding. Money. Sex. And I don't care who knows it.When I met Jackson Hall during my freshman year at Winston College in Boston, Massachusetts, we didn't look like we'd mesh. Hell, we didn't look like we'd hook up either. I was the heavyset young woman whom Winston College practically drafted onto its women's varsity rugby team. He was the six-foot-tall, good-looking, muscular and totally sexy black stud who played baseball for Winston College and was absolutely worshiped by sexy black girls.. She moves away and back into her chair. Blushing a fair bit I’m sure, I look over to her trying to change the subject, “this food is nice LIz. Simple and tasty”“Thanks”. I begin to notice her legs swinging forward and back a bit. Her sheer pantyhose wakes my head up…the other head further down. She is wearing no high heels, and the skirt creases and rides further up past her mid thighs, maybe because she crossed her legs. My penis is still soft, but worried she will noticed my growing. .. but probably not.”He chuckled.“I don’t bother,” Pika said. “If I’m feeling overwhelmed, I go for a walk, deep into the heart of the estate, far from roads or trails. Oh, I might occasionally hear aircraft, but most of the time it’s just me and Moloka’i. Then I can be thankful our House purchased this land and are preserving it.“More than that,” he said, “they’ve leaned on the local government to keep over half of the island from being zoned for commercial development. No sprawling hotel.