She was in ecstasy now, riding a wave of pleasure that only two hung black men could have provided. The guy fucking her pussy now withdrew masterbatin... over her body as he three fingers her well used pussy. Linda was bucking against his action, increasing its intensity rather than refusing the additional digit. You're a dirty black cock loving slut he told her. Linda continued to take thrust after thrust into her mouth as both guys released their loads with Linda teaching climax almost. The girl I have with doesn’t know what she's doing when it comes to this.”This is when she got out of the truck and stepped right into the water that the pickup was stuck in. I thought 'Fuck!' and went over to help her get out and walked her to my truck.When I asked her what her name was she answered, “Rachel.” “Ok, Rachel. Do you have another pair of pants?”Right then, she started crying and said, “No”.“Ok,” I told her, “get in my truck. I have another pair of yoga pants; you can just change. . reach him?"It was after Mary said this that I realized why I was concerned. I was used to having a feeling of Jim being "inside my head" whenever we were close together. I do not think that he is aware that he does this, or even whether it is he that is doing something or me that is reacting to him. It might be some sort of automatic response on the part of either of us, since I noticed it all the time since our first night together, even when he is asleep.The problem, as I now realized it,. He'd used her. Actually, just the fresh memory of her. An intense and angry rub, twisting her as far away as he could manage from the person he thought she really was. He'd turned her into a reckless club girl out for a speed screw, and then he'd obliged her -- behavior as much unlike him as it seemed unlike her.It was spiteful and mean, a private revenge for what she'd done-- tried to do to him. It made him feel dirty and guilty and mad. It was the mad that he fostered. He needed it as much as.