Part of all of our lives because we all live in the same home." Carol took Nevaeh's arm now, while Carol continued to speak, "There's a chance that" -...Carol squeezed Nevaeh's arm - "one of you might become Mark's live-in girlfriend in the not too distant future."Nevaeh asked with leaping hope, "You mean?"Carol answered, "Almost certain, Nevaeh. It's just a matter of finding the right girl or two - girls that we all enjoy - and then making it happen somehow, including getting their parents'. It was awesome!! I got out of the way, another guy took my place. I caught my breath then went and grabbed a soda from the kitchen.When I returned to the tiny bedroom, it was so crowded there with participants and spectators that I had to stand in the doorway. The smell of testosterone permeated the air. It was so damn awesome to watch my very wicked wife knowing how much she loved having all these guys fuck her senseless.Our housemate began to hammer her and she was still going strong and. ." and she paused for a second to consider how to proceed; and then she said: "Black guys can last a long, long time; and they can come more than once; and that's something a lot of women (whether they admit it or not) want."She propped herself up on her side and looked into my face for a second. "Did I hurt your feelings saying that?" No," I replied, though I guess I did feel a slight twinge of...of what? I wasn't sure. Maybe...regret? Though it felt more like envy, to be honest.I'd already. Here was the alleyway between the leaning brick walls. He toyed with a half-baked scheme to wrench his arm free, to dash down the alley and escape in his car, then he realised that today his car was in the multi-storey car park in the town centre, in the opposite direction.And Ethel turned left, toward the town centre. At any moment, they would come out of this narrow footpath beside the church, and they would be in the market square, bustling with Saturday shoppers. Full of Claire and her.