Your drive home from work has been characteristically uneventful. The radio's playing the same crap it always does and you don't get much service out ...ere in the backwoods so no streaming. Looking down at the clock, you can see you're making decent enough time and should be able to get home in time to catch that show you like. Alone. Like every night. Maybe don't dwell on that, huh? No one likes sad sap.You're pulled out of your ruminations by the radio turning to static. Really loud static.. I was telling him to stop but he was in no mood to stop.He just pushed my panties aside without removing it and guided his cock. My cunt was pretty dry with the fear he pulled back and applied some spit in my cunt and on his cock and again surged his cock in my cunt. His cock slide in and in no moment he was pumping me hard. It was just hardly 15-20 strokes and that which was pretty fast and he came in me.He immediately got up and pulled his zipper and I too stood up with all the sweat on my. Get out now." With that the river turned icecold and River and Mark immediately stood up and waded quickly to thebank as the cold water seemed to attack their legs."What was that?" Mark said as he lay shivering on the riverbank."I don't know. Look, our clothes are soaked. That never happens. Thecomputer ... it is fried, I think. Look," she pointed down the river.An oily slick was floating down towards them. "There is something inthe river."They stood and watched, and slowly the slick approached. I am here of my own free will and shall remain so. Still, yes, the context, one of slavery and racism, that makes it touchier than most issues, so I do appreciate your consideration, your thoughtfulness about it, lover,” Becky told me as she knelt to suck my cock as soon as the door closed behind us.“Well, it helps that I love you, both as a brother and as a lover, of course,” I reminded her as I caressed her wonderful, kinky hair, and welcomed her lips and tongue pleasuring me that way.“And I.