My story is about when i was 16 and wasnt feeling too great at school so the teachers decided to send me home. I quickly rushed home when they let me ...o. I reached home and as always i go through the back door because its open all the time. As i entered my house and placed my bag on the table in the living room, i heard screams which sounded like my mom and a guy talking. It was coming from upstairs, scared to death, i slowly started walking upstairs, thinking somebody was attacking my mom. I. It was Bruce."You're still going at it?" Bruce asked, carrying a shovel and the bag of lye. "I've already got mine in the ground and you're not even done fucking yours yet?"The girl turned to look at Bruce, tears welling. Bruce planted the spade in the ground and dropped the lye by her head."Give me another fifteen minutes. I want to do her right."Bruce sighed. "Alright, but I'm not helping you dig." He scrutinized the girl for a moment, frowning, then approached her. "You missed this," he. At six foot and one and hundred ninety pounds, I considered myself a fairly big man. I figured I could take care of myself and walked confidently into the night.I came to the intersection of a street two blocks from the hotel, totally out of visual contact with the doorman, when a black man as big as the building I was standing next to emerged from the shadows. Like the proverbial deer, I froze. Then I noticed trailing behind him was a white woman who was cursing and futilely flailing at the. Her pussy was so deep my tongue could go all the way through. Once my tongue entered all hell broke loose. My girl screamed and actually roared like a wild a****l. She pounded on the wall only harder than me. Her claws were leaving scratch marks. She started cumming and I felt it in my mouth. The taste was smooth and stronger than her flesh. "I want more!", she yelled, "now!" I carried her to the bedroom. I was right on top with our fingers locked to one another's. I didn't have to see her.