Amber rubbed the tears out of her eyes. Suddenly she didn’t seem to be able to meet her mother’s gaze. “How?” she blubbered.“What?” said B...bby, unaware he’d spoken out loud.“Little miss Amber here has been fucking her father.” said Aunt Jenny, her voice cold and flat.Amber wiped her eyes again. “How do you know?” she said. Bobby noticed she didn’t deny it.“I wash your clothes.” said her mother. “Somebody’s been filling your pussy up with semen, and a whole lot of it has drained out into your. “I’m tellin’ you, you got me all wrong.”Then his eyes widened as they fixed on someone else.“It seems you know recognize me,” came Sensei’s deceptively mild voice.The man recovered.“Sorry, no.”“Ken, I suggest we continue this somewhere else,” said Sensei. “We don’t know how long we have until we company arrives.”“This is a crime scene,” said Connie. “You can’t leave. Now I’m telling you, give me a phone and we’ll wait until my people get here.”“Sensei, can you stay with our friends here? Make. "So come Richard, show me how it should be done! On second thought, where'd you put that butter anyway?"I laughed, crawling up into bed beside Maggie. "How was it anyway?" she asked me."Wasn't anything like I remembered," I had to admit. "Even fucking her ass wasn't as exciting as I thought it might be. With her anyway," I added quickly."Didn't think it would be," Maggie commented. "That's why you needed to do that for one thing. You won't continue to wonder about it, or remember something. After my wife Ann's first encounter with black cocks at the weekend with Lincoln, who l worked with, and two of his friends, at work on the Monday Lincoln came over and told me he and his friends had had a good time with my wife, he then said, as it was her first time with black men, they held back and took it easy on her, he said next time the dirty white bitch would really find out what it was like to be used by black men and the wouldn't wear jonnies, when l got home l tod my wife Lincoln.