“Fuck you. Take yourself home.” And reached across me and opened my door as though he wanted me to get out.“Ron you can’t leave me out here”... I said amazed that he would even consider it.“Oh yes I can. Besides I am late for meeting up with Sandy and don’t have time to take your frigid ass home.”“Meeting with Sandy? Why are you meeting with Sandy at this hour?” I asked. This proposed meeting had taken my mind off of the prospect of my having to walk home. “For sex you dumb bitch! You know the. You were wearing a large tee shirt of mine, one of you favorite things to wear around the house when we aren’t going anywhere, or have nothing planned. As I was putting things away, as the rain came harder while you were quickly grabbing the clothes I could see your fine and firm breasts clearly as my tee shirt got wetter and wetter. Soon, it was clinging to your skin, and I could easily see you also had no panties on, your dark triangle of hair revealed in the soaking wet, clinging shirt. I. Dana had truly been black fucked or "Africanized" as some might say. Abiola rolled over still holding her to him. Her body was limp yet still impaled on an African cock as his cum rolled down her thighs. Both of them lay there and each knowing that this was a seduction that would neither would ever forget.The theater show had long ended but she never saw it since the beginning. What she did see was what a lustful African could do with a young white girl. Abiola then picked Dana up and. As I relaxed my thigh he was well aware of the invitation. He gulped so hard, his shoulders dropped and a loud sigh escaped from his mouth,... ' Oh god Mother....... Oh god '... he added... staring right at my protruding pussy. The seam of my shorts was digging into my clitoris. I could feel the lips of my pussy revealing themselves forced outward by pressure. I put my hand on the armrest and the other began twisting my right nipple. ' Your a legman,... aren't.