After the incident involving the homeroom teacher's desk, Amu made a minor breakthrough with regards to her masturbatory activities. Not only had she been gifted with a joy buzzer for a clit, but, perhaps owed in some part to the whole egglaying business and her earlier exploration thereof, she discovered that the sensation of something, anything, probing her anal passage was enough to bring her bubbling up to that level of simmering soft climax. With just a finger buried between the pert young cheeks of her firm, muscular behind, she could keep herself hovering around a state of flushed, sweaty arousal while her pussy frothed and drooled into her knickers for hours on end. She started with fingers, soon found that generous applications of lubricating fluids made both insertions and prolonged penetration more than comfortable, and slowly moved through a truly inspired array of items. One day a lipstick tube she had bought for herself, the next a fresh baby carrot. The bead necklace was one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Belair."
I whistled for a cab, but when it got near the license plate said "FRESH" and there were dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget. Yo homes, to Belair!" I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "yo homie, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Belair.