The grinding of cunt against his thigh, feeling his cock, and thoughts of what was happening between him and her, made her hot and bothered. And it wa... matched up by a shamelessly flow that had commenced between her legs. She hated herself and swore never to find herself alone with him in the short stay ahead. His left hand had more scope for movement that his right. He stroked her stomach and came up against her breast, feeling the unyielding material that formed the underside of her bra, God. She saw Howard come down far enough to kiss his wife.So she licked and sucked the growing nipple, watched them tongue-kiss, and felt her insides roar on the horny cock that impaled her.She felt a wave of guilt. Here she was enjoying Howard's cock inside her just as she had Phil's. But her husband called her frigid!Oh, it was shameful, this trio, she sucking Rita's breast while clenching her legs on the flanks of the woman's husband, seeing the big cock lift out of her cunt, dripping juices,. Black.??? ? ? ?"Sir, I don't want to say nothing, but isn't is racially demeaning to make us wear these tiny loin cloths. Our dicks is sticking out already!"??? ? ? ? "You are a primitive tribe of African negroes who capture this little jungle boy and savagely rape and torture him. I want you too look like primitive African natives, not hopped up basketball players. Now report to make-up for war paint. By the way, that is some cunt buster you have hanging between your legs. I bet you have. It is all innocent and fun and free. And it was another of my triggers for remembering my darkest incident of my life.I can feel the tears start to form. Here I am. A man of 53 years. Brought to tears by a simple song.There were many tears in our lives that year.Sure, I can write about the neighborhood. The boys and girls running around and playing until dark was coming. Carefree and no worries about strangers lurking in the shadows. They were there. They just hadn't visited our lives yet.No, I.