We walked in the rain together just sharing her coke until we got to my car. Inside it was at least dry. We’d probably been sitting there a good twe...ty minutes chatting about, of all things, luck - when I realized I didn’t even know her name. You’ll never guess what she told me once I screwed up the courage to ask. I wasn’t being shy, just embarrassed that maybe she’d already told me and I’d forgotten. Anyway, her name ... wait for it ... was fucking Jane. Well not fucking Jane, just Jane. " Natasha rubbed the tip of her middle finger all over Jennifer's asshole, which contracted and relaxed under the black girl's touch."Then I enter." Natasha now slid her finger all the way into Jennifer's ass to the knuckle.Jennifer closed her eyes and couldn't suppress a moan, she just couldn't. Natasha noticed and knew she gained the desired effect as she started sliding her finger in and out with increasing speed. At one point there were even faint sounds of sloppiness as Natasha was really. He told me to touch it. So I started running my hand along the length of his cock. It started getting harder. I wrapped my fingers around it and started to really stroke it. He asked if I wanted to suck it and I could only nod my head and moan. He stepped out of the car and there in front of my face was this beautiful hard cock. I began to kiss and lick it; soon I had the head in my mouth. I was in my glory, bobbing my head up and down. He put his hands on the back of my head and began to push. I looked over at Janet.“Not on purpose,” I repeated.“Not on purpose,” Janet repeated.“But you will admit to misbehavior, right?” I pressed.“Not on purpose,” Janet repeated.“So, you would never, ever, leave your drapes and blinds open in your bedroom, would you?” I inquired.“Not on purpose,” she repeated. “Would you?”“Not on purpose,” I replied.Janet laughed. She was now a deep crimson red in color.“Red looks good on you,” I teasingly remarked.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Janet shot.