“Dylan isn’t like that,” objected Myrna
“Maybe not,” allowed Gloria. “If you gotta know, I was givin’ him a hand job,” Myrna told her. Blowjob sex “I would, but my folks are expectin’ me,” answered Dylan. “Oh, fuck…,” gasped the white boy. “Um…, hi, Missus Mason,” he replied, his eyes still glued to her breasts. can’t help it…,” Dylan rasped. “It feels so good.”
“It’s okay…,” replied Myrna softly. She kept stroking his dick until the flow of semen stopped. “That’s what she said an’ I believe her,” shrugged Myrna. “Like yesterday?”
“‘kay,” she replied. “That white boy can’t get enough o’ you. You is only fifteen, after all. don’t know what to do…,” she said softly. Pushing Myrna down onto the bed on her back, Dylan kissed her nipples, first one for a bit, and then the other. “How ’bout takin’ your top off so I can get a better feel.”
Yesterday, she might have refused in the interest of not coming off as an easy slutty girl.
