One of them he called himself Lamont said they were going near there and if we gave them a ride he would show us. I was about to say no when Marc said...OK no problem. Lamont said he should sit in front with him so he can give directions better as he opened my door. I got out and got in but was stuck in the middle between the other two men. I must have looked like an ice cream sandwich , me a little white Canadian woman between two big black men. Marc started out and not even 30 seconds later. 2……”. She catches her breath up and jumps on his cock, stroking his balls and sucking it hard. She runs her lips over his shaft then fondles the tip of his cock; she is looking up at him, very worried that she might not make him cum by the 42nd floor, her eyes almost in tears. With his angry face looking down at her, he says: “21…..22…..You are not doing so well, Veuve….I am going to hurt you”.She gets more and more confused, she sucks his cock, and fondle his balls, she pulls her breast out. It took that long for everyone Melanie and I had known, in the years we'd been together, to choose up sides as to which of us they wanted to remain friends with. The worst of it was having to answer all the questions those I was closest to felt they needed to ask me. My own mother was the one who seemed to believe that my painful situation was an endless soap opera being performed solely for her entertainment. I can't begin to tell you the strain it put on our relationship when I learned that. I slowly lifted the beaker the smellonly growing stronger and my urge to drink it growing. I brought it to mylips, feeling the cold beaker press against them as I tilted it back,feeling the liquid pour into my mouth, tasting like pink lemonade andcotton candy. I quickly gulped the rest of it down licking my lipsthinking of how utterly delicious it was. So this is what he was workingon the worlds most tasty drink? I suddenly felt strange, a tinglingsensation running over my body, as I slowly.