As soon as the class ended, I went out to my car and drove right over to Donna's house. She was ready by the time that I got there, but I still had to...endure several minutes of conversation with her mother before we could get out of there."You rich boys all think that you can get away with anything. You better not get her knocked up. I should make you give me some money though, just in case." Why do you spew that garbage out at me? What did I ever do that gives you the right to say these things. It was what she craved right now. It was right for the moment. Shewould never have considered squeezing the cock of the man who hadabducted her, never would have dreamed of forcing his hand between herlegs and pushing it into her sodden, smelly cunt. This was just for now.This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. This was what shecraved.Sharon briefly pushed Jake away from her and he was disappointed,thinking she had changed her mind but all she was doing was pulling herslip over her. She had long insisted to Jeremy that she wasn't attracted to black men but that had been one of the many lies she'd told him. The other big lies were that size didn't matter and his cock was perfect for her. The truth was that she had often fantasized about being with a well endowed man and she had never climaxed with her husband unless he went down on her.Harold's big cock pounded against her tender cervix and she winced in pleasure and pain. She had never liked pain but the combination of. Mentally, Vincent checkedwhich phone since he had two now. Aren's phone. Grace was calling. Arenstopped masturbating immediately, straightening herself out and answeringthe call. Aren's memories were going to be very helpful now. Grace wasAren's long term lesbian friend. A younger redhead with a lot ofconfidence and heart. A real knockout woman, Maxine-tier with greatbreasts and flawless skin."Hi hi, Grace." Aren..." The voice on the other side of the call seemed quite dour,unlike her usual.