If sis hears me, she will knock on the door and ask what is wrong. I usually grumble and cuss under my breath then tell her, I just want some peace an... quiet right now. Hell, I would not even go out to the back yard when sis had a BBQ, because it made me think of you barbequing, god I miss you, can I come home now. By the way, love, do you remember Jack, my editor? Well he sent me an email, telling me he was driving through here on the way to Nashville next week. He then told me that if it was. Her body was being drained from the inside and pumped full from the outside. It was non-stop.Another Nameless Black Man: “You like this bitch? You like all us niggas getting deep up in yo shit?”Juliana: “Yes! Ohhhhhh!”Black Man: “Yes what?”Juliana: “Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Yes! Ohhhhhh! Y-Y-Yes I love your nigger cocks inside me!”At some point as each man leaned into her, Juliana began to notice numbers on each of their left shoulders. It looked like they were written with a sharpie She then realized. I felt him pull me back to him, his cock against my ass. He began kissing the back of my neck and the top of my shoulder as I gave a sigh. I felt him run his hand under my short black skirt and heard his light moan as he realized that my panty hose were crotchless and as his hand rubbed my smooth ass and his finger found its place in my pussyhole. I wiggled on it a bit, just a bit. How good he felt. As he slowly diddled my ass he told me he had a favor to ask. He asked if he could take some. “Why not?” I ask?“Well, I mean she was this hot model chick. I’m just…me.”“And what’s wrong with you?”“Nothing, I guess. But I wasn’t a hot model chick either. She had the popularity that made people worship her and an inexcusable bitchiness that no one bothered to mention. What would she want that I have?”I take a moment before answering. “A sense of absolute comfort,” I say. She looks at me, curious as to what my answer means. “I mean, yes, she was someone special but let’s face it,.