I jumped off the rock and pulled him back onto the sand with me.“Don’t hurt me,” he mumbled.I took both of his hands and spit a big wad into eac... of his palms. I turned around and grabbed my smokes from the rock slab and lit up again. I squatted down a little bit, told him to work that spit into my hole and clean my slot like he eats out his old woman. I put my hands up against the rock and right away, his tongue got busy inside my crack.I hadn’t showered since the day before, but that. I have that right or I should have that right. The only reason I don't is because Amanda won't allow it," he snapped."You wonder why Charlotte turned out the way she did? It's fucking genetic. She got a double dose of it. Sam was ruthless when it came to getting what he wanted. He followed all of the rules most of the time, but he occasionally swerved. Amanda, she's class personified, but don't get on her bad side, or she can be worse than Sam. Charlotte is just fucking ruthless all of the God. When my eyes found her face, she was grinning.“How about now?” she crowed as she resisted my attempts to wriggle free. In fact, my movement put my cock in direct contact with her pussy, which made her draw in a sharp breath. Seeing an opportunity, I lifted my hips as far as they would go, and by some stroke of luck, the angle was just right. The head of my prick slipped just inside her wet folds, enough to bathe the sensitive skin in delicious wet warmth, enough to make me want more.“Shit,” she. " Bullshit white girl, I've been watching you and I've seen what you need. You need someone to take charge and that is just what I'm going to do."Then I would stand up, grab her arm and pull her up out of her chair, "Come on sweetmeat, I'm going to show you what you need" and pulling her along behind me I'd head on out to the parking lot. The dialog wasn't always the same, but the outcome always was. I'd pull Janice along and she would be trying to pull away from me and telling me to let her.