Although I was literally melting at his slightest touch, I found his comments rather arrogant. "Isn't this your girlfriend?" I asked the black thug, r...ferring to the brown-haired girl kneeling at his feet."Girl, don't worry yor' pretty lil' head about th' bitch. Diz' is about you and me." he said with such firmness.He then looked down to the white girl at his feet and directed his next comments to her. "Bitch, kiss my feet while I talk to diz' fine piece of white azz." he ordered her.. 3rd TimeI was laying in my moms bed taking a nap for whoever reason. I think nothing of it when ppl walk in & out the room. Then the door didn’t open again the last time only open & shut. Which meant someone was still in there with me. It’s cool I’m knocked out anyway. I sense someone coming up to the bed on my side. I then feel a hand touch me & move about. After a minute or two of that I’m getting moved so my top half is mostly on the bed & the bottom half hanging off. I hear a zipper open &. I spoke to John in passing and he was nice enough, but he was never going to be setting the world on fire. What turned out to be his wife, was all shy and retiring and I never got a word out of her and never even a glimpse at the bedroom window of her, in fact the curtains seemed to be shut week in week week out and got opened once in a blue moon.Anyway, imagine my joy when John had enough of his red headed wife, booted her out and within a week moved in his new blonde girlfriend, who I later. "Come on, you going to wait another half an hour for someone that's patched you? Jump in," I said again.I noticed that she noticed the bulge in my jeans as she smiled and opened the door. I don't know if that's why she got in but I do know she responded better as my authoritative tone increased.She closed the door as she got in my car, pulled the seat belt over and clipped it making her tits squeeze even tighter in that top. She was smiling and much more comfortable in my car than standing out.