I couldn’t imagine that he thought I was fucking Calvin, and he was likely just trying to be funny.We walked down an alley to the main drag and join...d the protest. Being part of a protest was a new experience for me, and it was very exciting. At one point Calvin and I were in front of his friends, and I overheard Chester say to Otis, “Damn, Otis, that white bitch is a real Negro magnet with her booty and those big milkjugs. I’d love to tap that shit and breed that little white pussy for. "A girl has to have standards." Seven inches," I nodded and I'd never forgotten about that."At least seven. That's the bare minimum if he's really handsome." If he's only sorta handsome..." Eight inches." Mom wrinkled her nose at me. "And we don't have fun with boys who aren't handsome, right?" Right!" I giggled."Unless he's ten inches." She laughed. "Then you just put a bag over his head and slap him silly for being so ugly." Mom!" I laughed too and sometimes it was hard to tell when she was. She did not want this man thinking that their friend might have done this. Done this horrible thing to his own wife. But she knew how angry he was. How hurt and betrayed. And reluctantly, she had to admit that spousal abuse, especially among high stress macho types like police, fire and military was an all too common problem. She knew personally the realities of it, had counseled a dear friend through some pretty dark days. ‘They were having some problems, officer,’ she whispered. ‘What kind. . I've been so nervous, I'm all sweaty, I'm sorry..." Yeah, you are," Antwasp chuckled, pressing the length of his tongue against her vagina, working his jaw against her flesh with unrestrained vigor."Oh, ah, ah... ah! Ah!" Antwasp's strong grip contained the violent shake of her knees, and Cinchfly held her whole weight, like a chair that kneaded the flesh of her ass. Getting dizzy, Lauren steadied herself, putting one hand on Antwasp's head and the other on Cinchfly's. Something hot and.