"Except Bobby... he can have coke."Dotty came back from the kitchen area with the coffee, brandy and a coke for me. She put the tray on a small table ...nd we sat around three sides of it, with knees almost touching. As they got coffee with a small glass of brandy to go with it, I sat there watching them and thinking thoughts of sex. Joyce was pretty, in her late twenty's, I guess, a little bit of a belly and a nice shape. Big tits, at least compared to Dotty. They both were nice, I couldn't stop. "Whoa, stop right there, now, this is my car, you want to walk home, fine by me, get out now, otherwise get in the front seat and apologize when the girls get back. You say you're sorry and sound like you mean it, it ends tonight." You go fuck yourself, you're not telling me anything, and I sure as hell ain't walking home!" Listen up John, you don't tell me to do anything, let me make it real clear to you. Your dad works for my father, either get out of the car, or apologize. If you don't do. The mound of her pussy appeared massive under the tight fabric.I couldn’t help myself. I had been gone from home for over 2 weeks. I my cock was throbbing. I rolled over and placed my leg over hers and my knee right on her soft pussy. She opened her legs further. My cock was pressed tight against her thigh. I began to move my leg ever so slowly in a way that forced my knee to rub her pussy ever so lightly. I placed my hand over her exposed right breast and cupped it ever so slightly, I began to. Maribel's whisper sounded almost alluring to Peter's ears. "Oh, you like it, don't you? You like his black cock, don't you?"Peter squeezed his eyes shut. Maribel's conviction remained contradictory to his real feelings on the subject. Now, he had to wait until Joe would finish his dirty work. The Black man picked up speed, and now the smooth acceleration gave Peter the hint that an official eruption may be looming.Maribel whispered, "Oh, here it comes. You want it all, don't you?"Peter refused.