Once she is, we can worry even less about guys cumming in her, because she will already be pregnant. Each time I will cum in her last, ensuring some k...nd of possible chance that my seed gets her pregnant, a sort of Russian roulette. In the event that a white baby is born we will have gotten lucky, and will not have much to explain, if a black baby is born, it will be a bit more difficult. The funny part about all of this is that it sounds like punishment, but she will think it is the greatest. "Not formine consumption. For... friend. To go."Rusty shrugged and walked off. "Got a flavor in mind?" Green one."Rusty shrugged and shuffled off. She needed to keep Platicore off herback, and if there was one thing life had taught her, it was that boozewas a great way to soften someone up. She had brought him a bottle ofscotch once to try and loosen him up. Instead Platicore just complainedabout how strong the taste was. Well, if he couldn't handle the stiffdrinks, maybe he needed something. Satan, he thought, she smells good. Shit. He began to lick. Her little clit was almost hard, and he switched it with his tongue, feeling her squirm and tremble beneath him. He knew she was enjoying it. He sure as hell was. She tasted absolutely wonderful, kind of sweaty, but it was hot down here, everybody sweated. Not everyone tasted as good, though.He lifted her ass off the bed, and sought out her fabulous asshole. There it was! He licked it, ramming his tongue into it, tasting her shit. I turned on my laptop as I fished out the remote for the TV, under a seat cushion. I spent the rest of the day typing a term paper for English. I don’t remember getting off the couch the whole day. I had a stun look on my face as the door knob to the front door turned. I then heard my Mom laugh. Followed by another woman’s laugh. “Hi! Sweetie.” Said my Mom. I then heard the front door slam. “Hey!” was all I could say. “This is my best friend from college. Mrs. Wendy Cotton. Wendy this.