She perverted you." Nichole was rubbing her hands in her lap like she was trying to clean them, and Jason grabbed her wrists, making her look up at h...m. "No one perverted me," Jason told her firmly. "I didn't need any help in that department. Aunt Rachel didn't come home and molest me while she was drunk. She came in drunk, that's true enough, but all she did was pass out in my bed. I'm the one who molested her, and then let her think that it was the other way around so that I could keep. Fine, I was going to meet some knew friends and have a nice even. We tossed the disc around for about an hour, some said 'break time, let's go get some thing to drink. I started to go in another direction when I heard 'hey, where you going, we headed over to the crib, come on you're welcome.' I turned and trotted over to them, we laughed and talked as we rested under a clutch of trees. I'm not sure how it started but I was soon engulfed in a passionate embraced between two of the young guys.. Male or female, black or white, straight or gay, we’re all human damn it. We’ve all been wronged at some point so we’re all entitled to feeling frustrated. But black chicks are the worst, man. Seriously. They’re never happy! I don’t think they’d be happy if someone handed each and every single one of them a billion dollars simply for smiling for sixty seconds! What the hell is their problem? If I sound angry, it’s because I am. I’m a fairly decent guy who’s been mistreated. Damn it, I’ve got. "Oh my god!", shrieked Melissa, "I didn't believe mom when she told me but just look at you!", added Melissa. Melissa started to circle me staring in astonishment fixing her eyes on my still straining cock, tears of embarrassment and shame started to trickle down my cheeks and yet I was still excited as I was still fully erect. Just then Sarah entered the room and when she saw the scene with me almost naked being surveyed by her daughter Melissa, she started to smirk. "Now, house rules",.