Tracey asked Cathy “So what was it like fucking a black man?” “Well, he had great equipment and the actual fucking was great” replied Cathy �...but he relied totally on his size and wasn’t very good in other departments, you know, like eating cunt.” I could not believe that my wife and this seemingly shy woman were using words normally only used by men. I decided to stay out of this conversation and just listen, especially because Tracey’s hand had crept up my thigh and was now fondling my. She was already primed to go off and she did it with a scream as I rubbed her clit in circles and then mashed it under flattened fingers, moving them side to side.“Shiiit,” I heard Val whisper. She’d moved back towards her original position, but had paused, leaning over my hip to watch.“Jack him off, Valerie,” said Tom, stepping back. “But don’t make him cum.”I felt Val’s hand move. It moved with more authority than before and her grip, when she reached my cock, was firm. Her hand moved and it. I was spread so wide for him and he took advantage of it. He spready my ass apart and took what he missed all these years. He fucked that pussy until I could feel the juices going down my legs. He had my hair wrapped around his hand and he was lighting my ass on fire with his hand at the same time. I knew he was a happy man at that very moment. Then all of a sudden he put his arms under my stomach and lifted me up again and laid down onto the grass and told me to ride his cock. I grabbed ahold. She knew, as sure as she was sitting on her daughter’s bed with Dawn sobbing in her arms, that Ben Morris hadn’t done what he was accused of doing. ‘I wonder if Ben has a lawyer yet,’ Nancy mused while her daughter continued to sob. Ever the businesswoman, she continued to think about what would have to happen. ‘I wonder if there’s any way to check. If he hasn’t, I wonder if Will Rosenberg is available.’ Will Rosenberg, who had the well-earned reputation of being the most skillful criminal.