It’s been an idyllic night as we leave the bar reliving the events, we've drunk just enough to be completely relaxed and at ease with each other. Th... cool night air on our sun kissed skin and the surf on our feet feel like heaven after the all the body heat in the bar. As we stroll down the beach towards our place, we come across this expansive condo, like a beacon in the sand. There’s a huge pool and a hot tub sending plumbs of steam in the air. We're both curious and decide to take a closer. I was craving the humiliation I felt at being their cock sucker and cum dump. Terrell made me feel that way even more. His cock was bigger and he more-aggressively fucked my mouth and called me filthy names. But it was the idea of being abused by a black boy that excited me the most. White society was much less accepting of blacks during that time. It felt so degrading to be used by a black boy like that, and to actually swallow his semen and sperm. And I could tell that he took great pleasure. I don’t know what I was thinking.” “It’s okay. I liked it. You just took me by surprise.” “It won’t happen again.” “Not even if I want it to?” Janet was shocked. “Roxy, I’m your mother. We shouldn’t even be having this conversation.” “Whatever you say, mom.” Roxy kissed her. Janet’s first instinct was to push her away, but the fantasy that had scorched through her brain earlier that day, when she was eating Sherri’s pussy, was still fresh in her mind. This might be wrong in every possible way,. I told her, but she might not have heard me properly. She was busy crying into my shoulder at the time.”“Wow! Melissa DiMartino was crying? You weren’t kidding when you talked about being Little Miss Hand Grenade. Maybe you should tell me the whole story.”“Well. Mr DiMartino invited me and Dan for dinner because...”We lurked beside Melissa’s locker until she showed up – determined to get off to a good start.Melissa came striding down the hallway, but she slowed down as soon as she saw us. She.