Arms behind her head, stretching. Perfectly shaved armpits. “Oh my, I must have fallen asleep”. Her drowsy look, those large dark eyes. Her full l...ps. This is torture!“It’s bedtime anyway” she says, gets up from the sofa with a soft moan and hugs me. “Good night.” I am feeling her breasts on my chest. So soft. My arms around her lower back. “Good night”.She walks up the stairs rubbing her eyes and disappears into her room. I’m feeling terrible. She’s way to attractive for my liking. And why. .. and Sandi seeming a little distant, she didn't waste any time.I'll be honest. The thought bothered me ... I AM a normal guy, after all! But I worked through it with logic and reason and shoved the emotional hurt to the rear. Sandi was right ... it WAS a LOT different than with her screwing Brad. Probably because I felt Brad and I were co-conspirators at the beginning ... and I knew, by his word and actions, he was 'only friends' with Sandi.And I was still screwing Lisa at least once a week,. He kissed me deeply and insisted I should be cooperative with his black buddies… He kissed me again and he slapped my face.This nigger bastard then grabbed me by the neck with his large hand and dragged me across the bed towards him. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me across his lap; with my face almost onto the carpet floor.I tried to plead with him; but then Davon started to slap my butt cheeks hard with the palm of his very heavy black hand.I screamed loud in pain and shock. He. ”Teeth scraped Amelia’s nipple, drawing out a quivering moan. “You know just what to do to me.”“Wait until I get you in my bed.” Kamarrah sucked hard, her tongue swirling, and pulled back with a loud pop.Amelia squirmed against Kamarrah, unable to move. “I can’t wait. My body is yours.”A satisfied noise reverberated in Kamarrah’s throat. “That’s what I like to hear. But first…”Cooler air rushed in to replace Kamarrah’s warmth. She worked her hands up to Amelia’s shoulders and pushed. Amelia.