I thought to myself that she was really going to get a good fucking today from four big black nigger cocks. Lisa had on her tight short denim shorts a...d a short, half, tight, form molding tee that really accented her beautiful firm tits, the nipples were plainly visible poking out the front of the tee shirt.She was in the kitchen and let them in the back door. When she saw the additional 2 niggers she just smiled She returned to the sink where she had just finished up cleaning the dishes. One. She had sipped from a flask that Skye had produced from her handbag on the way home. I wondered if Liz was right: There was more A than B in her BAC.“What is the problem?” I asked.“I love you too fucking much,” Liz said.“I don’t see how that’s a problem,” I said, grinning at her.“It is,” she said. “I want your cock out.”She reached between her legs and started fumbling with my zipper. It stood no chance of working. She was sitting too close; my belt was still around my waist and my shirt tail. I jumped up. What is this?! This isnt supposed to be that kind of photo shoot! I shouted, hoping to put a stop to this. Chris looked at me innocently. Im just taking a few more, for your personal enjoyment. Nothing racy. When Nikki wants me stop, Ill stop. I looked at her. She was staring directly at Chris, still oblivious to me. I watched as he turned back to her, and picked up where he had left off, snapping shots of her face and chest. Make them stand out more, sweetie, he told her. She. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice breaking a little.They sat for a very long time in silence studying their hands. Outsidethe window the sounds of a summer Saturday drifted in. Somewhere in theneighborhood a lawnmower started and moved around somewhere in theneighborhood. Laughter from the Nickerson's pool drifted in along withthe barking of a dog. The Westerfield's back door opened and closed andthere were footsteps on the deck. The lawnmower sputtered into silence,it's job apparently done."It.