At this point, he began with the dirty talk (Which I love). He was saying things like, “Do you like that??? Are you a little white whore??? yeah, al... you slutty white bitches love that big black cock”. I pulled it out of my mouth, jerking it in front of my face and said, “Yeah, baby....I love your big black cock....do you like the way your little whore sucks it???”. I spit on his cock and sucked it back in, swirling my tongue around it as it slid in and out. He pulled my head back, kissed me. ”She giggled, then said, “And then after dinner, he laid down on the couch to watch TV, then told my mom to find her own seat when she came out of the kitchen to join us. You should have seen his face when mom ran into the kitchen and came back with the butcher’s knife.”I laughed, not because I found it funny, but because Jennifer was laughing too. Jennifer always laughed longer if I laughed with her.When Lee and their dad came in huffing with the recliner chair they had been sent to get, I. I had called Mossy. He and Captain Jenson were probably the only two who knew what was really going on at shift change."She laughed happily. "Billy Jones volunteered to be ring bearer."I laughed with her. "If he does, he has to wear shorts and knee socks." We laughed until we were weak.Finally, she said, "Abraham Dear, take me to our room. I want to lie in your arms again tonight." We went into the bedroom and changed into sleeping togs, boxers for me and silken boy shorts and a silky tee shirt. But the sexual lead was now totally Chalmers. He was directing my orgasm release to coincide with his.But, oh fuck oh no, I register in my blissful state. His finger shooting up my arsehole for added pleasure. Orrgh, it feels good. One little finger doing so much good , an added dimension of delight accompanying his thick pecker work in my saturated squelchy pussy box.Then I felt too damn good and safe as he eased into my arse. My tight little arse. My sweet petite chocolate starfish. My.