“Dat mouf good as fuck!”“I’m glad you like it!”“Hell yeah! Hope you can take dick in dat ass too!”“I can, daddy!”“Get on da bed de...!”Wren switched across the room. “Look at dat ass,” Jet approved. “Pretty like a bitch!”“Thank you, sweetie!”“I’ma hafta fuck you like you was a girl!”“Please do, baby!”Jet pushed Wren face down and entered. “Awwwww, bitch!”“Owwwwww, nigga,” winced Wren.“Take dis long dick, fag!”“It’s so big!”“Yeah! Ten inches, faggit!”“Oh, Jet!”Dicey and Trayjon were going at it. The city was indeed on fire. The blazes could be seen for miles in every direction as could the lines of refugees streaming away from it. The women and children and the slaves that I'd released earlier that morning were still on the road and when we drove past them some begged to be taken with us. I refused to take allow it and coldly I told everyone in our party to ignore them. I'd given them a chance earlier that day and they'd refused it. Of course some ignored my words, especially when they. "Unh...unh...unh," she grunted over and over again.I paused for a few seconds to delay my impending orgasm before continuing to pound Mom's pussy with wild abandon. "Don't stop, baby," she pleaded. "I'm almost there." So am I," I said, my voice low and raspy. "So am I." I can feel you swelling up inside..." Mom said just before her body took control of her senses. I pulled Mom's legs up until her ankles were resting on my shoulders. I pushed her feet together and began sucking on both of her. And we drank and ate and talked and laughed all the usual BBQ stuff. It was warm as I said I was just wearing a Tank top no bra was to hot and a short denim skirt I wore panties but they were sheer white. After all the drinking later that night I am sure they got accidental peeks again but I was too tipsy to care. Al was the one sitting across from me anyway. I had my legs across a footstool so I know he was looking up my skirt. Around 1:00 the guys began to leave but Al still had a full beer.