Moore, all of thirty-three years old, according to the birth date on her driver's license, lived at 2257 Bannister Road, Number 157. 2257 Bannister Ro...d was the home of the Starlight Trailer Court, and Number 157 was an old white over blue Skyline model, about forty feet long. It looked like it had seen better days before Tiffany N. Moore was born, but the yard was neat. It was an older park, with a network of sidewalks through it, and the roller skates I was seeking were rolling along the walk. "Wellsweetie, you?ve got one more dick to suck and then you?reall done for today." He unzipped his pants a presented his dick to mymouth. I pulled back but his hand on the back of my headkept me where he wanted and he was soon assaulting my sorelips with his thick cock. It didn?t take him long before hespurted his cum into my throat with me half swallowing andhalf leaking his seed down my chin to combine with thepuddle under me. He pulled out wiping his cock on my hairand tucking himself in. I complied with her wishes at once, but where would it end , I defiantly did not fancy being fucked in the ass by anybody, let alone a black guy with an 11inch tool . but I had pretty much done everything else but take it in my ass. I finished cleaning his cock, which tasted so good and felt great in my mouth, I had it spotless in no time.Aaron instructed me to keep my mouth open, he tilted my head back and began to fuck my mouth. There was no way I could take it all of course, so I was gagging. I could feel her cold face over my warm palm. “I wish I wouldn’t have married to him.”“digging the past will only break you, not make you,” I said. She was brushing face on my palm.“I wish I had a man like you,” she said and kissed my palm softly. My heart beat started racing and I didn’t know how to react.“I’m sorry, my intention was not to hurt you” like an idiot I just randomly blurted out. She looked into my eyes and said.“there is nothing to be sorry about. Actually, I’m the one who is.