How did you fight your own mind? Did 'she' evenown her own thoughts anymore? It might seem a ridiculous question, butin her case, perhaps not. Bec had...done all any one person could do. Shehad comforted and held tight as sobs wracked the tall muscular woman...but after a dozen, twenty, fifty such nights she had crept to anotherroom and tried to sleep. And though that had hurt more than any dream orremembered pain, could anyone blame her. Jo most certainly could not.During the day though things. That’s right slut. Oh, fuck yeah. Take all that fucking dick into your fucking mouth.”Taking a short rest break, Bridget encouraged Dewayne to step up his end of the oral sex session. She wanted the neighbors to get really hot as well.“What’s the matter pretty boy? Is that too much fucking pussy for you? You can eat better pussy that that. I’ve seen you eat pussy before. Eat that fucking shit. Wear it fucking out. Eat that shit raw. Make my pussy fucking cum you fucking hung bastard. Eat my. I felt his firing of his hot cum in side deep in to my pussy. He removed both of his hands from my ass and pumped both of my boobs in pleasure. His hot cock was still dancing in side of my pussy. We remained sometime in the same position and then he pulled out his cock from my pussy. He cleaned it with tissue paper. Now his cock was not seems to be so hard. It was going softer and softer. After cleaning, he put it back in to his trouser and underwear at his place and told me to take my time to. He was slowly stroking it up and down. I hate to admit it, but girl I had to watch. Don't hate me, please. It was amazing."She sat back, waiting for my reaction. I looked at her; my face still showed my surprise and amazement at her confession. I gathered my thoughts then slowly smiled.“It was that impressive?”She looked at me, smiling and nodded.I grinned and purred.She giggled; her face had a wicked grin as she reminded me, "You know he's single now. Mom left him and filed for divorce. I'm.