Unfortunately for me, this wasn't a Friday night. I stopped at the courthouse anyway, though, and got directions to the Felchers' place. "H. Felcher",...it turned out, was a "Harvey", and the Felchers were a rarity, a couple who had moved to that area from Chicago a few years before. This would become much more common a few years later. They weren't exactly well-integrated with the locals yet. Nice enough, but they seemed nervous all the time. It's amazing what gossip one can pick up in a county. Her skirt was almost up to her crotch. It threatened to ride up all the way, and if it weren’t so tight, it might have already. ‘Yeah Denny, I’m sure she’d appreciate a sandwich.’ With a wink, Denny with the big hands moved his crotch to rest between her ass cheeks. Janine reddened and he started to dry hump through her clothes. Brad’s hands had moved to her hips as he started to move too. ‘We sure lucked out today.’ Brad sneered. Janine felt trapped. There was no way they were going to let go.. "I just needed..." What? Greg asked. "To get laid, is that it mom?" he asked."Greg, please" Gayle cried."Look mom, I'm just trying to understand. I want to help, OK" Greg softened his voice."You can't help with this" Gayle said sadly."So you want sex, you're a vibrant woman. Find a guy and quietly have sex then" Greg told his mother."I don't want sex" For the first time Greg heard anger in his mothers' voice. She glared at him. "I don't want another man, no one can replace your father." Her. As he did, he pressed upwards, firmly, and he heard Thomas letting out a long moan of pleasure."Oh---YESSS!! That's it."Duane vigorously fingered the older white guys rectum like that for a while, until Thomas's much smaller, and limp cock, was beginning to ooze pre-cum; and Duane liked that reaction very much!"When I do fuck your ass," Duane said, "I'm going to fuck you good and proper; as befitting a man who's family once traded in my people as slaves." Oh---yesss," came the reply. "Please! I.