Just before leaving, Mom knocked on the door and asked me if I was all right. I wasn't, but I told her I was fine. I don't think she believed me, but ...he knew that I just needed some time to be by myself. So she left me there and headed out the door to drive to work.Despite her comforting words last night, I was miserable. I missed the fun times I had had with Sarah, but right now, she was the last person I wanted to see. Not after the way she had treated me. Not after saying that I wasn't as. My pussy is hungry for it. I'm so wet, and desperately need you in me." I'm desperately pleading with you. You naughtily slide one hand between us and over my mound, and insert a finger inside me to feel how wet I am. Chuckling you slide me to the edge of the counter and off. We are pressed so close together. I lightly push you away and go to get on the floor on my hands and knees. This time I want to feel you enter me from behind. Thrusting your cock into me, over and over is what I crave. . Suddenly, she remembered in shock where she was as the events of the prior evening came back into her mind with a rush. She thought with horror how Jamaal had brutally fucked her white body, which had never tasted the nectar of a virile male, and how she had been subjected to the extremely painful piercing of her nipples and pussy.She relived how he fucked his huge black cock deeply into her tender cunt although she was helpless to resist and he yelled in orgasmic triumph while totally. After a couple of hours we got restless again and calling our friends didn’t help, they just told us what they were doing which only depressed us more. “Hey, I have a little weed, you want to get high?” Jane asked.Our parents were already in bed so I knew it would be safe, “Sure, where is it?”Jane rolled to her stomach on her bed and waved a hand toward her bureau, “In the bottom drawer, under my bras. Get it.”I pulled open the drawer and felt under the stack of 34Bs and came up with a pint.