How do I know you still want tell..." They both started to laugh. The mail boy said to me '...that's a risk you are gonna take. If you don't please u..., we lose nothing. Please us and you gain to good fucking dudes..." Seeing those two young black dicks being stroked triggered long stealth memories in me as I stood before them. The Mail boy's cock was thick dark and elongated his friends was huge and squat, both was cut and fat glans on both. I admit I was moved to servicing them but I wanted. " She hesitantly stuck out her hand as she said, "I'm... I'm the one who hit you."I was just a bit groggy from medication, but I managed to take her hand and shake it."I'm so sorry. It happened so fast; one second I was driving along and then suddenly the car lurched to the right and jumped the curb. I had my foot on the brake and I was pushing down on it as hard as I could, but the car wouldn't stop, I'm just so sorry."I didn't know what I was supposed to say so I just lay there and looked at. They'd met in the hotel coffee shop, rather than the bar. His idea. Didn't want either of them to have decision-making compromised by alcohol, he'd said. She'd worn an outfit of the type he'd instructed her to wear. Simple dress, nothing either dressy or slutty. Close-fitting enough that it didn't hide her curves, but not form-fitting, either. No underwear. She often went without panties of her own accord, but seldom went without a bra because her boobs were on the large side. Walking down the. I followed her into my living room and watched as she made a beeline to my kitchen and the fridge to grab a beer. While she was gone, I quickly slipped into my favorite spot on my sofa. She returned to the living room and looked at me with some annoyance until I moved down to the other end of the couch. She took her place where I had just vacated and gave me a smug smile of approval."So, I hear you and Momsie and the Squirt did the beach thing yesterday?" she pulled on the last half of her beer.