Some were fondling themselves. Some were feelingsomeone else. Cocks of all shapes and sizes were pushedinto my mouth. Most came in my mouth and some j...ckedoff on my face.My jaws were getting tired when the last girl steppedup. She had been the show headliner at the club. A deadringer for Britney Spears. The look. The voice. Hell Ialways wanted to fuck the real Britney Spears.She stood in front of me wearing a black leather corsetand mini skirt. I stood up and she raised up on hertoes to kiss. He wanted what wascontained within so much but at the same time the mere thought of thereality was almost too much for him to take. With a trembling hand Davidhad slowly and carefully unwrapped the parcel. With a final flourish thefinal layer of packaging was removed and there they were - his firstpanties. His panties. His own panties. He paused almost scared to touchthem in case they turned out not to be real or in case they simply fellapart in his hands for they looked so delicate. David took. Bad sex and bad conversation. Somehow we started about sex. ‘A girl is never willing to go down on a brother but she doesn’t mind him going down on her. What kinda shit is that?’ ‘Maybe cause some of ya’ll don’t wash that good. And that shit is nasty. Also… we have the goods so we basically you gotta deal with it. Any problems no pussy.’ We started laughing. ‘And truth be told, ya’ll don’t even know how to eat pussy anyway. Even with directions. Up nigga, UP. Why you going all the way down. A young woman, no older than Debbie, stood in front of her vehicle, waving her arms franticly. Not anticipating meeting anyone and making up for lost time, Debbie was traveling faster than normal and swerved to avoid running the girl over. Her carefully arranged SUV bounced all over, shifting and disrupting her supplies. She hit a large pothole, and there was a loud pop from the left front end of the car. The car shimmied erratically as she wrestled to maintain control, easing the vehicle onto.