"I don't think so," was my answer. "I don't have the desire to open up old wounds."We chatted as we finished dinner. Our conversations rarely went dee..., which was how I knew this wasn't a permanent thing. But it was nice, and Rob always made good company. He helped me with dishes and then we watched an old classic. Before Rob, I'd never watched any old films, but he loved Cagney, Grant, and Chaplin. He called them the big three. So we watched The Philadelphia Story. Rob had his arm around me,. The black guy pushed his cock in Pauline and I heard her scream Oh Yes, the car started rocking slowly at first but quickly built up speed like a boat bobbing on the ocean, Pauline was screaming fuck me -fuck me - fuck me, well I had heard that before, but the Bam! Bam! Bam! I heard when their hips met was something else,The black guy put her on her hands and knees and took her from behind, I could hardly see now and relied on passing cars with their lights for illumination, the sound affects. “Exactly. I’m a woman, not a fucking girl,” she giggled and scooped some of his semen off her back and into her mouth; sucking those fingers clean, jaws fully sunken in, looking directly at him.“Am, where are your um, your towels…wipes?” he asked.“They’re in the adjoining bathroom,” she said pointing towards it; narrowing her eyes and continuing to eat cum from her back, “Come up here.”Blake moved from behind her and positioned himself in front of her face. With no hands, she took his. At one point I pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned down to suck his balls and he really had a smile on his face when I did that.Marcus said, “Thank you so much for sucking my cock and balls. A lot of white women want to suck my big cock, but not many of them will suck my nuts.”I then moved back up to suck his cock, and sucked the head of that massive cock and twirled my tongue around it until I felt his cock pulse, and then fill my mouth with repeated squirts of his Negro cum. I.