I hated the 49ers. I was a Patriots’ fan if I was a fan of any of them, the football teams. It was getting late and I was thinking about heading out...in my new old, very old, 1977 Nissan pickup, well it was cheap. I’d gotten it for a thousand bucks total, but it got me to work each day, can’t ask for much more than that. I decided I needed one more yellow Pepsi.Lily was tending bar. I raised my empty bottle begging her for one more fill up. I’d gotten a small raise the week before and I was. This lil slut Carol was good at what she did…I told her..you a real cock charmer slut…you need a steady of cock in that gorgeous mouth……for a old broad Carol sucked dick like every brotha wished his white slut sucked dick..this bitch knew how to pay perfect attention to every inch…using her hands and mouth in perfect symmetry to stroke the shaft with the right amount of pressure while she licked the head like a lollipop. Carol let spit drool out of her mouth and drip down my veiny black cock. I pressed the rest of it inside her, watching it sink into her tight asshole. I watched her trembling body and noticed my cock head rubbing on my jeans. I released it, letting it stand straight out. I slowly jerked it while I waited for her to accept the anal offering. Finally she seemed to become used to it. I fucked her with the cock plug until my arm was tired. My cock head was tingling. My strength to not take her was waning, weakening. I had to take to her tonight. Tonight, yes. I changed. He played with my clit and I scooted down in the seat and spread my legs so he wouldn't have any trouble getting where he wanted to go. By that time, I was really horny. My hips pushed up and then ground into the seat as he softly rubbed my clit. I pretended I was fucking someone and the movement came involuntarily. It felt so very good. After a minute or two, I felt another hand on my other breasts. I opened my eyes and a guy had slid into the other seat beside us. He looked at my husband and.