She recalled how she had ended by despising all her white lovers; how she had ended by mocking their failures as sexual partners, by their failure to ...atisfy her insatiable longings. Most totally, she despised her husband Francisco, who loved and cared for her, sure, but who could not satisfy even the smallest part of her sexual needs. Compared to her African lover, he wasn’t a man at all, just a useless worm, exactly like his flaccid ineffectual penis.In her mind she saw herself mocking her. A good rain was what we needed, and it would make the red clay county road near impassable for at least a day after the rain stopped. Maybe longer. It would also wash away any traces I had left. Problem was, it was going to delay the sewer work, and if it lasted too long, the electrical as well.Just as I thought of it the lights flickered and died. Exactly one long minute later Grandfathers old generator started up and the lights returned. As I recalled it had a fifty gallon tank. I would have. Her cum squirted out around my thrusting cock and it triggered my own orgasm. I thrusted deep and hard one last time as my cock splashed cum into her pussy and in return I felt the walls of her pussy contract, gripping my cock in an attempt to get ever last drop out of it.The sheet under us was soaked with her cum as I remained perfectly still with my slowly shrinking cock inside of her pussy. When I felt it slowly slip out I straightened up onto my knees and looked down between her legs. I. "Nothing for you to see in there," the big man said. "You don't need to have that scene embedded in your mind." But..." There's a lot about us you don't know, or ever will know, although, when we get home, we'll tell you enough so you will understand. Suffice it to say that Brenda and I have practiced what she did hundreds of times, and there have been a few times, that it wasn't practice. When he stuck the gun in her face, the outcome was a forgone conclusion."Brenda was already on the SAT.