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I stood there for what seemed like hours, my head broodingly bowed and staring at her toe rings, glinting in the afternoon sun. "Lets go inside and chill," she finally relented. "Mamas up hanging out with your Mom. Ive got some Cokes chilling in the frig." "Shit," I thought. Tamias mother was a serious motor mouth. She could be there for hours jabbering until her husband came home at the end of his shift. While I contemplated the not so unpleasant french gay twinks idea of killing time with her undercover cum freak of a daughter, I french gay twinks suddenly remembered... "Aw shoot, T," I shrugged. "Ain got no rubbers." With respect to aspirations, and french gay twinks her mom and dads naive assumption that, if they kept their little prodigy from going on the pill shed devote more time to her studies, we agreed when we first started doin french gay twinks it that wed use protection, without exception. Tamia sprang up, the momentum causing her breasts to dribble like twin basketballs within the confines of a sheer cotton tee shirt which she had tucked tightly within the waistband of a short, pleated skirt. Since she was seated on the top step, and me standing french gay twinks on the bottom, her supple boobies came to rest just inches from my face. "And what makes you think you e going to get some of this?" she teased, planting her hands on her hips and threw her poms-poms out further french gay twinks. She was playing hard-to-fuck, but her nipples, fully erect french gay twinks and jutting out like two chocolate dipped mini-marshmallows, betrayed her. "Come on inside, nasty boy." She turned on french gay twinks the stoop and bent over to gather her school books. I gazed at the backs her smoothe, blue-black thighs and round, well formed calves. The pink flesh of her heels peeked from a pair of rope sole platform sandals. I tilted my head up in time to catch the deal closing sight of her wide butt-cakes stretching the pleats of her skirt completely flat in the maneuver. As I followed her through the front door and up the stairwell, I remembered the gentle echo-chamber chiding I received from my mother earlier that day. I felt my dick getting hard, but couldn tell if it was from the memory of many twi-night encounters with Tamia on the fourth floor landing or the sublime cock-sucking french gay twinks Id received from my Mama that morning.