Lets go lady... I don't have fucking night... Pull the shit out and start sucking." I commanded.She placed her white hands back into my pants. When sh... felt it her eyes flew open. She wrapped her hand around my thick shaft, and I swear, I thought she going to pass out. My cock was hard as steel, she tried but couldn't haul it out. I lifted my ass of the seat and pulled my pants and boxers off. When my thick black cock entered the scene her face twisted. She put her hands over her mouth and she. When at last he had finished, he stepped back and Ahmed stepped up. He wasnt so tall, he could keep his feet together and still stuff himself quickly into my cum-slicked cunt. His hard, rough hands gripped my hips and he pushed his fat tool into me, stretching me again. Not deep, but so very thick, his cock started to hammer at me like one of his power tools, digging a post hole in the flesh of my fuckhole. I started to moan more and more loudly, no longer worried about the noise, and when my. .. I... mean about sniffing your panty?" said Ken in a guilty voice."Oh, forget it! How many times have you done it? I am sure you've used Debbie's as well. I think it's pretty normal for a man...wanting to smell pussy, I mean" said Lisa, closely monitoring his reactions and body language.Ken was shocked. "What? How did you know I'd done it before? How come you think it's normal?" asked Ken."Forgive me Ken. There are enough of your soiled shorts in the laundry room. There were instances when. But logically, who else has any kind of reason to operate behind everyone's back in secret, and try to stir things up like this?" "You're right," admitted Clyda. "I think that the deeper we dig into this, the less we're going to like it. So what's the next step?" "I want to go with my gut feeling, and get a look at the port number in Barocca's quarters," said Dee Dee. "That'll tell us whether or not she may actually be behind this." "Easier said than done, girl," laughed Clyda. "All of us.