I guess having all those white dudes watching me fuck my wife and knowing that they'd be doing other stuff to her after me was some kind of kinky turn...on for me. When I came I tried to blast as much cum into her as I could. Deep down inside I wanted these white fuckers to have to deal with as much of a black man's cum as I could possibly deposit. When I finally pulled out I looked down at my prick and saw a white coat of sticky cum all over me, even dripping down to coat my balls. White man's. . It'syour choice, for y'alls sake you better make the right one." Hollythreatened.Quietly I stood up, at first it was hard to find my voice and I wasbarely able to get out, "Stop it! Just stop it!" The arguing immediatelystopped and everyone stared at me confused."Rebecca... Look I'm sorry but this doesn't concern you..." Hollystarted to say, then glared back at Jen and continued, "But SHE broughtthat freak around to our table and KNEW what he was doing! How dare youdo that to us,. Our tits clashed, and we felt each other's twats yet again too.Oddly enough, from kissing her so much, I felt so much more connected to her and cherished the close time that much more. It is showed that even if it was through sex, the shed was wrong about me. So, I mentally danced in the endzone.After a few minutes, Avery's lips came off mine again. She smiled at me but didn't speak. She calmly climbed back down to my pussy and immediately began eating me out yet again. That time though,. It was so bacchanalian. Incredibly decadent. That disco beat was very primal. I seem to remember my hand was shaking as I rang the doorbell and I sort of gulped when the vacuum effect of the door opening caused a slight draught around my shorts. Holy shit, she’s right out of a bondage book. It was the long legs and spike heels that I saw because my eyes were sheepishly down as she opened the door. I was truly nervous, like the kid with hopes of somehow seducing the sexy MILF down the street. So.