As I looked at the time, it was 7:30pm and was getting dark outside. I said "I've got a car", she said "What right now", I said "Why not", her mother ...odded towards her and she said "Ok". As we walked to my car she was wearing a black blouse with black pants. She was a pretty girl.As we got in the car I drove to a very secluded spot I'd been using for years, she chatted away about her job and stuff. When I got there I pulled up. It was peaceful and dark. I got out and asked her to get in the. .When I started having sex, or at least after I had kissed her a lot and ate her pussy and everyone knew, then I became the joke and not her. See, I kissed her after she sucked and they pinned me down while they fucked her and she rubbed her pussy in my face. "Spuckly!!" Life goes on even when you're a big joke. The guys were making my life hard after my drunken stupidity. Just in day to day conversation I was a running joke. All about sperm and eating out and kissing this filthy whore. I tried. To Deirdre, sex was about satisfying animal drives. One day she might service Fitz with the devotion of a Roman slave girl. Another time she would ride him like a stallion. It just depended on the moment. For all the carnal benefits life with Deirdre afforded, Fitz also had intimate knowledge of her tempers. She could turn from frisky, to irritated, to downright scary with breathtaking speed. Things could go south fast if he wasn’t on his game. Just three days ago he had found himself caught in. " Oh God! This is makin' me cum!" Sally announced to me in a forced whisper, as she just kept on staring at the now-coupled-up interracial genitals in front of us. And I didn't blame Sally for staring like that. I also couldn't help but stare at those super-erotic, sexy-looking, bare, fornicating genitals. After all, watching my own brother's fiancée while she's having sexual intercourse with a much older black man is not something that one normally gets to witness.Within a few seconds after.