” continued Bongo the Bear, “widout any further ado. Here she is! Yo favorite dirty slut, and mine! My home-girl! Jilnar Jardalyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!�...The crowd went crazy as they saw the object of their every dark and sinful desire finally appear. She was wearing a skin-tight and an, only halfway buttoned up, blouse and quarter-cup bra that showed every curve of her big, firm, succulent breasts. Below, in a micro-miniskirt, was her perfect, heart-shaped ass which the skirt was barely long enough to. Maybe she has a question I wondered as I looked to see where she was. I was astonished that it was in fact Lacy in my room and not my sister. She stopped once she saw me and froze as if I couldn’t see her if she didn’t move. She looked to be shivering.“I was just looking for a sweatshirt or something warmer to wear. I couldn’t find anything in your sister’s room and I remember seeing your sweatshirts over here this summer when I came over.”“I don’t know where my mom put them, I think she got. He finally took ahold of her ankles to hold her legs spread and high. Her breasts bounced in appreciation of every thrust until she grabbed them both and started to pinch her own nipples. Still, Lamont's pumping ass kept getting in the way of what I really wanted to see. "I don't want pictures of your black ass," I finally said kindly. "How about you get off her and fuck her from behind?" "Yeah, oh yeah," she panted in a shaky and excited voice. She kept pinching her nipples and looked at me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I mumbled under my breath. “Ohhhuu! Finger me, Dante!” she painfully begged me to make her cum. I slumped over the steering wheel and shook my head. What was I going to do with Ling? I decided to get her off. Maybe it would relieve my torment for a while. “Ling, you win,” I said to her. Her eyes opened wide and she turned her hips to me, offering her dripping pussy. I slid my hand over her slit; she jumped and moaned at my touch. I parted her slick folds and.