Jess couldn’t help herself and her moans got louder and louder, the ice cube was long gone butshe was dripping from her spread cunt, a mixture of me...ted ice and her own creamy cum, Godthe smell was so strong, her own musk filled the room and she was aching to slide her ownfinger inside and then taste the slick cum that would coat her finger, mmmmmnn, who was shek**ding, it would be as many fingers as she could push up inside her hole, fuck me she thoughtI’m so fucking wet my whole hand would. He would ask her what was the only thing that could make her cum anymore, and again she would answer, "Black cocks!" And it was true, Cathy had to be thinking about Black men and their big Black cocks to have an orgasm. At least an orgasm which would register on the Rickter scale. She would still be saying the magic words as she came, her loose pussy muscles grasping around her Big Black cock toy as she screamed, "I love Black cock, I love Black cock, God, I love big Black. Your motor is basically wrecked. I’m sorry. I can give you $500 for it. Or I could sell you that little trailer over there and maybe those nice folks could tow it home for ya.”I took the five hundy. Goodbye Harley. Maybe I could get a bus ride to Salt Lake or Vegas and fly the rest of the way. I went and told Morgan and Jen the news in hopes of catching a ride to some city with an airport.“Dante,” piped in Morgana, now wearing regular clothes. “Didn’t Jen tell you where we live?”“No, actually.. "They've tried some ginger snap and wanted more, I take it," I teased as we got into Blanca's truck (she drove us everywhere that morning, both Des and I, it seemed)."Who wouldn't? I can barely keep my hands off her, and I'm a woman," Tina remarked."Don't stop yourself on my account. If you want to grope my fiancée, go ahead," I encouraged her."Yes, grope away, baby," Des invited her.Sure enough, even as we pulled into the Del Taco for our lunch, Tina's hands slipped up Desiree's skirt to.