We sat down and she started asking me questions about what rob has told me about their relationship, how does he talk of her and all that. I gave her ...he answers she wanted. Then she asked about me and I noticed throughout a major amount of flirting going on. When we got to the club we started dancing and mucking around you know what normal people do. We had some more drinks and we were both merry. About 12 o’clock I got us another round and when I returned I saw hr being pestered by some. Dawn let mein and told me that Becky was still in the shower andwould be ready shortly. She said that their parents hadgone out for the evening and that I was welcome to waitin the living room, which was just inside the front door,next to the stairs that went up to the second floor ofthe modest-sized house.Dawn went upstairs, shouted through the bathroom door toBecky that I was there, and I had a seat on the couch,relaxing and watching the clock and the pictures on thewall, mind wandering.. "No!" Betty Lou cried as the huge Black tool sankan inch into her pure white virginal body.Becky climbed onto the bed to grab Betty Lou's hands as they tried to pushthe Black man off her. "Betty Lou, just hold still and it will all be overin a few minutes. Once you get a big Black cock inside of you, you'll loveit. Trust me." Betty Lou stopped struggling as Becky leaned over andkissed her tender lips. Betty Lou cried out as Samson forced his longBlack cock through the blonde's hymen. Samson. "Are you drunk?" she asked. She didn't think he was.He shook his head slowly, still not looking at her. He got up then, pulling his pants on in the dark."Where are you going?" she asked. "Are you leaving?" I gotta go," he mumbled."Ryan! Don't leave!"He ignored her, sitting on the bed as he quickly tied his shoes. She touched his arm, but he shook her off."Ryan! Talk to me!" she begged, in tears.He left quietly. She lay back in the bed, crying. Why wouldn't he talk to her? She didn't care about.