The poor white girl just didn’t have it in her to even try to handle a nice black cock. She was curious, I could see that she was a little tempted b...t, it was going no further than that. In more than one way, the poor thing was a pussy. Something like a week later – at maybe midnight – I gave them something to listen to.James had been slowly working me over for a good half hour, at least. I’d started out riding him for a while, we moved into the missionary position and he was finding the bottom. "Hold her legs open!" Rich told his father, trying to get the dog to jump up on the bed.Mr. Davis looked from his son to the two frightened girls on the bed in front of him. "Bud," he said, grinning, "a joke's a-- " Hold her legs open, damn it!" Rich snapped, lifting the dog onto the foot of the bed.Jeanne kicked at the older man's hands as he tried to grasp her ankles. "Not on your life!" she cried.Rich put the palm of his hand against her face and shoved her down on the bed. "If you don't. "Did you and Lisa make up yet?" Callie asked Ashley as they sat down to eat breakfast."Not yet," Ashley responded, and she couldn't help notice Callie wince a little when she sat down.Cade had been too busy to realize what had happened between Ashley and Lisa, or why they were fighting. "Well maybe it's time you made up with her." He said. It bothered him that Ashley and Lisa were fighting. He had no idea that fights between girls Ashley's age were common.Ashley's face flushed red. "But it was. After 15 minutes of playing with my breasts, Mr. Raval went down and licked my milky thighs. I could feel his lips and tongue and for a moment I was enjoying that. My pussy was starting to leak. As soon as Mr. Rawal smelled my love juice, he said, “You whore, you ask me to stop and then you let your love juice flow.”He tore my panty lifted my waist and started slurping the love juices flowing out of my hairless smooth cunt. Yes, I was Rawal’s Bitch/Cunt/whore. He kept licking and for the first.