I called up the guys that had first taken me down to the river to see what’s up. They said they were going to a party but that we could go to the ri...er later. They told me to dress up and they would pick me up around 9:30. I put on a pair of shear panties & padded bra & did my make-up. I wore a crop top with a short skirt & pull up stockings. I put in my green contacts to go with my red wig. I was picked up @ 9:30 & hopped into the back of the minivan. I went to their apartment where we got. After about half an hour of forplay, he finally started working his fat black cock into her tight pussy. He asked her about protection and she told him to continue, as she hated condoms. He said for her to tell him if or when and he would pull out..after working his black cock in and out for a few minutes, he had managed to work the entire 9 or 10 in completely in her all the way to his balls. Then they really started to get into it. He started fucking her faster and faster and she had been. From that time I use to check him and every time I see his eyes were on some part of my body. Since I lived on the top floor, the terrace was an easy access, so I dry the cloth on the terrace and every time I go he comes too and few days after he started waiting for me before I go. Then one day I couldn’t believe my eyes. His kurta blew up due to the wind and his penis was out of his pajamas, it confirmed what he wanted from me. Since I have not thought about sex for a long time due to the new. The memory of the night in Phillipe's room when she had almost fallen victim to the same fate as Rachel still played itself vividly in her mind. She kept asking herself if she had simply imagined it, misinterpreted or exaggerated his intentions, but deep within she knew the answer. She was also deeply vexed by her own reaction, not only allowing the kiss to linger but allowing her lips to part to... She tried pushing those thoughts from her mind, yet they lingered, always at the edge of.