I took another drag as we stood there in silence, enjoying our smokes.My buddy, Brian, sidled up to me, slapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, ready to spl...t?" Brian asked; his gaze shifted from me to the woman standing there. Fuck, she’s hot ."Brian, this is Janey. Hey…. we’re going to give her a ride to her friend’s place. You mind?" I said with a slight devious grin. "Not at all" Brian replied.We ditched the party. Brian’s car was a restored Chevy El Camino with a bench seat. We piled in with. After a minute he was hard again and taking nice long strokes.“Are you getting close?” he asked.I relaxed and let him fuck me. “No, it feels good but not enough to make me cum yet.”“Do I need to do something more?” he asked. I could hear the concern in his voice.“I don’t think so. This just doesn’t do as much for me as getting fingered. But it feels good so just fuck and enjoy it.”We stopped talking at that point and Bobby seemed to settle into finding the stroke that felt best to him. My. The voices were at first inaudible, and then he could hear Roy's booming voice."That's more like it, Ann, baby. Now I'm sure you'll love every minute of what I have in mind for you."What could he mean? Was he actually going to fuck his mother, with her new husband in the same house fucking another woman? This was almost too much for the young boy to understand, and he might have rushed right into the room, but for the fact that he really didn't hear anything that sounded as though his mother. If she didn't run, take a chance, Jamal was going to **** her. Rachel couldn't even imagine the idea of the massive black cock in her virginal pussy. Yet, even as she said that, something deep in her mind reminded her how attractive Jamal's brute domination of her was. How powerful he was, what a man he was. Still, she had to go...As she reached for the door, she looked over at the stall. There stood Jamal, his fully erect cock in hand, his muscled physique glistening with sweat."You goin.