’By this time, both Paul and Andy were hard again, and without words being spoken, Becky bent over with her hands touching her feet and her pussy on...display close to me. Paul stood up, and without a word, slipped his cock up to the hilt in her perfect cunt.Becky gasped and let out a stream of invective, “Yes, fuck that’s good, give me your cock, hard, more,” and Paul, always good for his word, start to pound that slice of perfection with long, strong thrusts in rhythmic perfection.“Fuck, shit,. She needed to be a whore in order to make money. (Part of her told her she needed to be a whore because she *was* a whore, but she tried to ignore it.)And it wasn't like she could have real friends. Everyone who she had ever talked to in her life had seen her website by now, had seen her masturbating while she had her tits beaten at a public playground and all the other degrading things there. She had sent many of those people personalised invitations to rape her. Even if she met new. I turned around to see a very tall ... slender, dark African man.He was absolutely beautiful...I was so very intrigued by his unique fine features, and his thick African accent as he said, "Hi, I am Ebrima Jeng. Dance with me."Something from deep inside me could not resist this man.I danced with him to a song by Dawn Penn.His body and mine moved together in a perfect rhythm...He moved with such ease and sensuality."What is your name?" he asked.I could barely hear his voice..."I think you asked. . unless you do or say something stupid to either your father or sister. Bye!”Once through the door, I immediately realized, how stupid that was, but it had been forever since I had cum on my tits.And it was my sons.I wanted to take a nice long bath, but there wasn’t time. Jeri could come home anytime, and my hubby likes his dinner promptly at six pm.The shower felt good, as I used my fingers to get as much of Richards cum inside mouth. Of course, my other hand was two knuckles deep in my own.