..” Yulia truly doesn’t know what to say about the accusation. It is true, yet she doesn’t understand herself why it happened that way.“It’s...not your fault,” Sabina quickly says. “Erlos has that effect on people.”Suddenly at the mention of the beast’s name and chiding herself once more, this time for falling for this trickery, Yulia growls, “You have been aiding that bastard. Alexei is dead because of it. You are a murderer.”Sabina doesn’t look at all shock about the accusations. In fact she. She said she was glad and was happy that I was home, as she wanted to talk to me about something.Then my mother asked me what I thought about her new outfit? I again managed to stammer out an answer, telling her I thought it looked great. Then she asked if I knew why she was dressed like she was? I told her, no, and that’s when my mom dropped the bomb on me.She said she was dressed like she was because that was part of what she wanted to talk to me about. She said that she had thought about. She smoothly alternated between sucking my dick and stroking it.Having Dave and Yale right in front of us certainly restricted the intensity that Sheri could bring to bear, but the weather slowed down the drive giving her as much time as she needed. Sometimes Sheri would get me close and then at critical times tease me with indolent breaks.We were getting close to home when we pulled off the highway to get something to eat. Not far from the highway was a casse croute we liked to go to when we. “So… I was at the mall the other day and this dirty fucking nigger came up to me and asked me if I wanted to ‘catch a movie’ real quick. What a freak!”“Ewww,” Fiona responded, “that is so gross. I hate how we live around so many black people.”“They are so gross, right?”“Yeah,” I interjected, glancing up at the black men who were smirking around us. “They never have jobs; they just hangout doing drugs and looking for pussy.”“And they’re pretty much all criminals,” stated Fiona.“Oh yeah,” Kristen.