”When he returned from the bathroom, I usually had my legs demurely tucked under and turned to the side with my skirt pulled well down over my legs....t was becoming an evening ritual.~ ~ ~THAT SATURDAYIt was a Saturday. My son had been out during the afternoon playing a soccer match, and I had gone shopping in town. I didn’t really need anything, just wandering down the High Street gazing in the shop windows. What made me smile was seeing all the teenage girls wearing their sixties dresses and. .. And then, as we’re watching, the tip slips inside, pops out, slips back in, and then sinks deep... We cut back to the wider shot to see the sequence again, watching his arse thrust toward the black slut, and then watching her lift her head suddenly, grimacing and squealing, “Oh ffuuucckkk!” as he penetrates her.“Yes!” Calls Marcus. We can vaguely hear Renae squeaking, “Yaaay!” in the background.Then it’s a fast and hard fucking, the dog holding his little bitch tight, pumping into her – her. She looked so sexy kneeling in front of her black boss with her slim little fingers now messaging that stiff shaft. Peter was moaning with his head back and eyes closed as the petite wife worked her delicate hands on his massive looking pole. Keith began to wonder how many times she sucked on that black cock. How many times did she have it inside her tight little pussy? He wondered if she had stretched taking his size. Getting herself accustomed to its thickness. He tried to imagine her tight. When they brought her back she just curled up on her bunk, her lean brown body just a series of twitches and tremors. I desperately wished to go over and put my arms around her. We were osenvitely all here for the same reason: we were lesbians. The strange irony was so were the guards. Big butch dykes who's prosture and behaviour was more masculine than femimine. The power they had over us had turned them into something that was neither or. I blinked up at the harsh light spilling in from the.