Sally joined them, lying face down on top of Lucy and forcing Steve to stand. The girls kissed deeply. Over the months they had grown increasingly aff...ctionate. As Steve watched, Sally was grinding her mound onto Lucy’s, swaying her hips from side to side so she rubbed onto Lucy’s clit. His finger tested each pussy and found both were juicy and ready for his cock. He started into Sally, pushing just the end of his cock into her and waiting a moment. In a single, hard thrust he buried his cock. Number Five:BIG black cocks! Though I've only had three black cocks to suck, in some ways they were, somehow, the best. It was probably because of the long history of white racism, but for me, sucking a black guys cock just seemed the right thing to do; the fitting, proper way to 'atone' for my white ancestors racial crimes. But, beyond that, I just loved sucking their cocks (any cocks, but black just seemed more---exhilarating). That's all I can say.Number Six:Repeaters. By this I'm not saying. “John, I don’t know how to tell you. I know you won’t think it’s so bad, but I do. Oh God…,” my voice began to crack. “John, the rabbit died.”I never heard John ever sound nervous, but I swear I heard him gulp. “The rabbit died? Are you sure Jeanne? I mean, was there a test? It really died? I didn’t think that could happen.”“Of course I’m sure, John. And of course I tested it. How else do you think I would have found out? I even tried changing the batteries, but it’s dead. . Then she did it, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and her skin glistened by the only lights around glaring off of the headlights of other vehicles shining though the tinted glass. My bitch sitting in the car on the highway knowing that others could see her stripping just about made me blow my load. Before I knew it, her bra was off. Oh my gawd if that did not make my heart drop to the head of my cock instantly. I reached over running only one hand over her bare breasts, squeezing them.