My utter disgrace would soon be complete, as my neighbors would hear me orgasm while impaled on my black stud and they would be sure to hear his grunt...ng and groaning, as well. His climaxes were always loud and like much of his speech, laced with vulgarities, graphic descriptions of sex and ghetto-speek. "All right, girl. Go 'head and spray it. But remember, dis ain't 'bout choo. I don't give a fuck 'boutchour cum. 'Sall 'bout tightenin' up dat quimmy fo me. I is getting my muthafuckin' nut. I turned as red as a beet in embarrassment.“Don’t let it worry you, dear,” Aunt Grace who was near us told me. “When two young people are in love, they often lose track of everything but each other.” There were several more slow dances, but Owen and I were more careful to pay attention to the music.I had noticed while dancing that there were several small barrels of beer or ale near the serving line, and that many of those present were enjoying their drinks. Owen went over to try some of it. As she reached into the hamper, she felt something wet. When she pulled the garment out, Carol saw that it was the tee shirt Jimmy had worn the day before. Her first thought was, "Now what has that boy spilled on himself?" Then she noticed that there also seemed to be some crusty patches on the shirt where something had dried.As Carol held the shirt up and looked at it, she found a couple of fresh wet spots that looked like Jimmy had just used it to wipe something up. She touched her middle. Unfortunately, she knows it and is quite a snob. I spoke with her occasionally but it was clear she wasn't very interested in talking to me so I pretty much avoided her for the most part. Well that changed two years ago. We live in a college town and Melody was going to Grad school at the local University and asked if she could stay with us for the last semester because she was tired of commuting. My Wife said yes which really irritated me because I wasn't a big fan of Melody and I didn't.