? ?I can?t believe you even know that guy? thefirst voice said again.? Eric could smellthe weed they were evidently smoking.??Well, my dad got him off...some drug charges and he is the hip-hopworld?s dealer.? I pulled him over for aside conversation and now we?re tight.?? ?But he?s a black thug!? Ashley let out a massive cough/laugh combination that Ericcould tell was mostly induced by the hit she took. ?I?m not buying him, justsome drugs silly.? Anyway, he?s swingingby after swimming today.?. One thing had led to another and before he knew it they were going at like rabbits right on the kitchen table. He loved the way Mrs. Heinemann grunted each time he hit bottom on her cervix. She reminded him of his sister Francine's girlfriend Veronica who had stayed at their house for his sister's sweet sixteen party last July. Veronica was seventeen now and going to nursing school over at Saint Vincent's. The thing he could never forget about Veronica was how she grunted like a stuck pig each. My hands are squeezing her tits hard, feeling the soft flesh bending to my will as I grind my bulbous cock head against her tender cervix. Anu moaned loudly and mumble something intelligible in Hindi. Her mind filled with ecstasy and lust now as my thick cock pumped insistently into her cunt, grinding and stretching her hole like she is a virgin bride to be. My hips are humping back and forth, driving my thick cock in and out of her pussy, and making loud sounds with every thrust. Mad with. ”“Ja ja, still mit da geld, him or you.” I sighed and pulled a 50 credit coin out. “Enough?” She looked at it closely. I almost expected her to bite it. “Jou wan’ change?” Knowing that the 50 was twice what the bill would have been, I declined. “No Wilma, consider it a tip.”“Ja ja, big spender.” she turned and walked back to the counter.Olivet sat and stared at me, waiting for me to start. I smiled and went back to eating. “You sure you won’t have a bite. It’s not the greatest but.