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“Welcome to high school. Ever heard of a ‘toxic’ person? Textbook example.” “I bet May thinks you and I are toxic people.” I mumbled. Nicole indian shrugged. “Probably. That’s the beauty of perspective.” “I wish I had a bigger perspective.” I said in a small voice. Nicole turned to me and smiled slightly. “Yeah?” I nodded, still staring out the window. “Wanna start now?” I turned to her with a confused expression. “What do you mean?” “I’m being spontaneous, squirt. “And that takes her away from her art,” the Goddess said. It meant he would be prepared. Every time she saw something she liked or simply didn’t understand, she’d pull on my sleeve and beg me to get it for her. Then he told me to gently create a slight suction as I ran my tongue around him. Everything was center on her exploding pussy as the vibrator fell to the floor. I used to walk home from my after-school job…a couple miles or more…and in those days…of having my first job…I was enjoying my sexuality…my breasts were ample and boys made me pay attention to myself with their looks and stares before I knew all about ’things.’ But by this time, I was a little older and liked to show myself off to boys and my teachers…it made me feel important besides just being a good girl with good grades. But he didn’t see a girl anymore, just a piece of meat, indian a dumb bitch for men to fuck. I was infatuated with her all over again, only this time it was a much more lusty infatuation. Her tits bounced each time he bottomed out in her ravaged pussy, eliciting a groaning "Ah!" on every stroke as if she were about to say something but was cut off by the force of his fucking. On Saturday she went to the hairdresser and David bought her a new dress when Joe called she looked amazing.