Donna couldn’t see her, but noticed several girls group in with the crowd of boys. She had a long-neck beer bottle in her right hand, and took a sma...l sip from it.She was sitting on the small single bed; the overhead light was on as was the table lamp. Donna, looking down hazily, realized that her dark blue skirt was wadded up high around her waist. To make matters worse, she saw her tangled ecru-coloured panties wrapped around her left ankle, and it didn’t seen to matter one iota.There were. She reached out to touch, stroke and gently thank each of them. As she moved slowly from side to side to reach each of them, she looked over them to the side, just off the mat where her first love, her husband, sat on the couch watching. He was naked, like her, having shared in the events earlier. Now he sat watching, nursing bourbon with ice, and smiling at her. She loved that almost as much as the action. She loved that he loved to see her fully pleasured, carefully watching over her as she. "Yeah, it's only a matter of time before you're a two hole full time faggot for black dick," the other declared, as he slid his cock into my mouth, grabbed my head and furiously fucked my face, his entire six inch cock ravishing my throat... his balls bouncing off my chin. I eagerly waited for the eruption of cum in my mouth, but after a couple of dozen strokes, he pulled out and grunted, "Here comes load two." I kept my mouth as open as humanly possible, as cum started dripping on me... not. For the first month or so she didn’t “dress up” for work. Mostly she just wore blue jeans and a blouse with a tie or sometimes with suspenders and tennis shoes. She’d wear her long, straight hair pulled back in a tight ponytail or in large banana clip.But within a few weeks she gradually went through a transformation. Looking back, I realize how much she had changed her appearance in a relatively short period of time. She never changed her hair color or lightened it before. It was always light.