My eyes adjusted to the lack of light quite fast and the street light lit up part of the room…the part right in front of me. There was a naked ass p...inting at me as and a very healthy-looking pussy. My penis reacted just as fast rising up in an instant as I hadn’t been laid in over a year. I walked forward with my hard cock leading the way and just as I was right behind her, she must have sensed the presence, she stood and turned around with a short baggy tank top on, and gasped at being. About how different this was to what I’d seen all those times before. There was no feeling or emotion here. This was raw and physical. Almost animalistic. Two young black athletes sharing a beautiful older white woman as they might share a takeaway or a six-pack of beer. Cocky and confident in their ability to please her, taking turns as they played a game and satisfied their own lusts in a way they knew was guaranteed to make their new friend eager for a repeat performance.As if by some. Her first waking thought was, ‘Oh my God he drugged me,’ but the taste of copper in her mouth was too overwhelming to think of anything else. That was all she could taste and smell. Her stomach lurched and she ran to her bathroom, praying as she ran that she would make it.“Lori honey? Are you alright?” her mom called from her own bedroom.“Sort of,” she called back then thought to herself, ‘I shouldn’t have drunk so much.’Lori brushed her teeth and tried to figure out what had happened last. Her structure is 38-32-40. She used to wear only saree. I’m 32-28-34. My mom told me to go to her house for stitching the dress and if possible stay over there for a day and get stitched and come. I too agreed and went to her house by morning 10am. She was doing some work and told to sit in sofa and watch TV. She came by 10.40. She just started talking in a ordinary way like how is my mom, me like that. I informed her that I have come to get my dress stitched. I was in Shirt and skirt. She was.