"better hunt in pairs...." She had said....??? ....McPeevies cock, was her next thought....thicker than her wrist...pulling his cock onto her face...g...abbing his huge arse and pulling it onto her face...the phone...the woman's voice...."suck that cock" "no kissing". "fuck you for a month"....."no swimmers in ya cunt" ......She just sat there, in her old car....snippets of orders and instructions going through her mind....over and over again...pictures in her mind of photographs....photographs. I pounded out a couple of simple pieces, just to warm up. Then, I turned to Julia."Got any requests?" I suddenly asked her."Do you know any Beatles songs?" I think I might," I said with a sly grin. I proceeded to play, and provide the vocals for, "Yesterday" and "Let It Be". I knew both of them cold, even after the long layoff. I realized that this wouldn't be nearly as hard as I thought. It's like riding a bicycle."How about some solo Lennon?" I said to Julia, as I went into "Imagine". She was. She felt exquisite, like a soft glove around me. I pulled out most of the way and then slammed it back in to the hilt, causing her to give a short yelp.“Please mister. Stop this. I can’t believe this.” She babbled. I held my dick all the way in, just feeling her wet pussy. For somebody with no foreplay and being raped, she was surprisingly moist. “I have to say Lily, for somebody who says she is not wanting this, your pussy is sopping wet. I think you like this.” She turned her head to the. " Tracy explained. "And black men are much more virile and masculine anyway. Feel this musculature! It is perfect, just what I had in mind, come here Carol..." She took the blonde's left hand on hers and guided it to the man's abdomen, Carol had to move a little side ways to reach him and she ended up even closer to two of the guys in front of her, their masculine aroma filling her nostrils. "... isn't he a perfect male specimen?"Carol felt her hand touch the black skin and a jolt of pure.