"I'm Dare. You, uh ... You should leave." Yeah. Come on, dude!" The other one liked looking at my pussy too, but he was watching Bush closely. "Let's ...et out of here."His friend was ignoring him though. "Dare? What kind of name is that?" the boy asked, smiling just a little and Bush took a step closer so that he stopped smiling. "You live around here?" Over there." I didn't point or anything. "You better go, okay? We don't like you. You're not supposed to be here."I hadn't really meant to say. Stacy kind of used her palm as a kind of backstop. Ken finally pulled one of her legs up high and grabbed her hips. He had leverage. The sound she made upon his forcing in was something other than pleasure. "Do the bitch hard Ken" I instruct. "Not too hard" says Stacy. "Very hard Ken, be the caveman". Which my hubby did. He began stroking hard and not letting up when he hit resistance, he overcame it by forcing his cock in more. All this while she is vocalizing in a way that I know she. ...which seemed to irritate her more. I only stayed overnight once at Barb's apartment, due to me breaking Barb's rule of "please don't be too loud that Allie can hear". Instead, I made sure that Allie and a friend of hers heard everything and pounded Barb all night with my relentless sexual assault. It ticked Barb off but she did confess it was fun upsetting Allie after the argument they had previously that afternoon. Still it was hard to deny how infatuated I was with Allie.It was early. She debated with herself all day. Finally, she had a horrible thought. Was the reason that she couldn’t decide to meet her Daddy was because he was Black?! She was horrified to think that maybe she was a racist like her Tricia’s father. But she had let a white guy rape her and didn’t tell. Would she have told the police if a Black guy raped her? Was she reluctant to meet her Daddy because she was white and had a racist fear of Black men. Then she thought about what she had been taught in school.