I know you can smell my scent hanging in the air like honey smoke. I touch your lips with my wet fingers, and draw them back as you try to suck on the...."Naughty! No sucking, lad. Just smell my wet fingers. That's my pussy juice, and it's your fault I'm so wet. What are you going to do about it, as I'm stood here naked? Are you going to throw me over your lap and spank me for teasing you? Would you rather I lie before you on the desk so you can lick me out and fuck me with your fingers? Mmmm.... In the living room were several guys, most of them drinking beer and doing shots of Southern Comfort even though it was like barely 12 in the afternoon. I had fucked a couple of guys hanging out in the living room, so they called me over to party with them. I was taking a puff of a joint when I heard moans, or should I say screams coming from Joe's bedroom and knew some girl was in there getting fucked, and from the sounds of it, by more than just Joe. She was moaning extremely loud, so I knew. She is pictured in my pictures.I remember getting home about 9pm or so the first time I met Ronnie. My brother gave me a ride home and we went into the house preparing ourselves for what ever may be waiting on the other side of the door. The living room was dark but we could see thanks to the light coming from the kitchen. In the doorway of the kitchen was a thick black girl with wide hips. She was completely naked and not startled at all when the front door opened. She smiled at us with drink. I drove through the gate and didn’t stop right away, going on through about an extra hundred feet or so. Wren was giving me the bird. Syndy closed the gate and they started for the truck, as they got almost to it I drove forward a little.“Please Tim, I am sorry.”When they opened the door of the truck, to get in, I said. “You can sit up front with me now.”Syndy got in the middle spreading her legs. Reaching over I felt her bare pussy; it was like a swamp.“Wren put your feet up on the dash and.