Streams of water ran down her shoulder length hair and onto her t-shirt, soaking it through and making it stick to her skin. Matt rode towards her on ...is bicycle, through the dark fog of the rain. Matt was tall, with dark brown hair. He had a strange handsomeness that did not immediately jump out. For most women, it took time to understand the intricacies of Matt’s face, but Carmen had felt an almost immediate spark. He pulled up in front of her. “What are you doing out here, Carmen? Aren’t. We'd passed maybe ten minutes in semi-comfortable silence, when Kat finally gathered her thoughts. "In the bathroom, back then... were you..." she stumbled to halt, it was her turn to be flustered. She'd started now, though by the looks of it perhaps she wished she hadn't, there was no going back. "... were you, erm..." and here she paused again, searching for an appropriate euphemism. "...excited?" she finally finished lamely, a little embarrassed not to be able to use any stronger words. My. Tonight was a Wednesday, but instead of going clubbing, they were having a welcome home Anna party. ‘You can put me down over there.’ Anna said and pointed to her couch. Marcus obliged and set her down. Immediately she was surrounded by three huge golden retrievers. ‘My babies!’ she squealed excitedly. Pete was licking every inch of his owner, as if assuring himself that she was okay. Molly was licking her face and begging to be petted. Gordo had simply lain down beside her with his head on. Meanwhile I ended eating my cookies and I was getting suspicious about their delay, thats when I started hearing some sounds comming from down the hall, some moaning and slurping sounds. I went to check it out, and when I got to the bathroom I saw Mrs Andrews on her knees, with two black hands pulling her hair, saliva running down her chin, and a big piece of black meat down her throat. The image of my friends 42year old mother being face fucked by a black teenager that had the same age of her.