" I like to talk," Meghan said. "But maybe I can sit on your lap while we talk. Would that be okay?"Reg nodded so fast he might have sprained his neck... "Yeah, sure," he said. "That would be nice. You sitting on my lap that is. I mean ... if you really want to." I really want to," Meghan said. With that, she scooted over until she was next to him. With a quick maneuver, she spun herself around, swinging her left leg over his lap. She sat down, her bare legs straddling his thighs, her breasts. By the time Mica arrived the bed was inside the house and in place. The new bed was delivered before we started on the rewrite only because Mica got held up delivering Joy to her father’s apartment. It was afternoon before things were ready to go.We had several false starts before we got started on the screen play. The way we handled it was Mica read all the women’s lines aloud and I read all the men’s lines. I also read all the exit stage right type instructions.The first thing we had to do. "The thought of all that black cum filling your pussy and the chance that you might get knocked up by a black guy drives you wild doesn't it?" he commanded. Mary finally screamed out a sexually charged "YES! ... Please ... fill my pussy with your cum ... and make me fuck all your black friends ... I'll be your slut and whore ... your cum dump ... I never knew how good some real cock could feel!" Eventually they both climaxed into a very intense orgasm. I could see the cum dripping out of her. I could feel a cool draft upon my exposed skin, proof that the thick blankets were pulled down to my knees. I was evidently naked. My consciousness kept drawing me back into darkness, but the coarse cloth pulled me back again and again. I had no strength, none to even talk. The woman had strong warm hands, the cloth a rough contrast. I returned from consciousness at one moment and noticed that a finger was gently sliding along the length of my penis. Up and down, and even in my condition it.