Once he was sure, Derrick had gone they too packed up their things and went home. The drive to their place was done in silence neither one of them kne... of what to say.Once home and sitting at the kitchen table, Sarah had made them a glass of lemonade each, “I want you to tell me what happened?” Allen asked.“Can I take a shower first?” She asked knowing Derrick’s spunk had soaked into her panties. She felt dirty, used, and desperately wanted to shower. Even though Allen wanted her to have sex. Cunt!"Melissa remained calm; she had no intention of getting involved in a screaming fight or a hair-pulling match, and her calmness pissed me off."Let me ask you this, Ms. Underwood. Which one of you is fucking my husband?" Which one?" Yes. You or your mother?" What does it matter? We know all about you fucking around since before you moved here, and your trips to Las Vegas to go whoring around, fucking everyone in that town." We? Do you mean you and Michael or you and your mother? Are you. She started to push back just to try to get it over with. "I love your cock fucking my pussy."Crazy Brian gripped her hips too tightly. Brittany tried to twist away in pain, but his hold was strong. She felt his cock stop inside her then felt his cum."Oh, yes. Take it! Take it!" Brian exclaimed."So good!" she faked loudly for his benefit.Brian's hands relaxed on her hips so Brittany knew she could stand up straight. The sexual position was very, very uncomfortable. It was good to unbend. She. I swear, people forget that I’m a female, and have a sexual identity, because of my cultural outfits. I wear a Hijab on my damn head, not a frigging halo! I smiled back at the brother and looked at his plate. That looks yummy, I said, eyeing the plate of Chinese food. The brother smiled, and introduced himself as Elijah. From his thick accent, I could tell that he was a newcomer and I was proven right when Elijah revealed to me that he just moved to Ontario from his hometown of Saint.