Nice looking lass by what I could see.”I turned away from the screen to look at her. “How do you know it’s a girlfriend?” “Women know these ...hings. Trust me, it’s a girlfriend.” “Hmmph. Women’s intuition is BS.”She glanced at the TV. “By the way, someone just scored a try.”I locked back at the TV just as she flicked it off with the remote.“You witch, who was it?” I tried to grab the remote, but she giggled and hid it behind her back. She fell back on the sofa and I tickled her making her scream. "Errol folded it over twice and took a bite. It tasted nothing like the tortillas from the grocery store. "Mmm! Señora Perez, this is, uh, muy delicioso!" Bueno! Now you taste chili verde." She dipped out a large spoon and held it up for him to taste. He blew on it to cool it down a little, then carefully sucked some through his lips."Oh, this is amazing! Could you provide me with a couple of quarts of this every day along with the tortillas? Or I guess I could make it if you were willing to. We brothers. We're not like white boys, all stuck up and selfish. An' besides, whaddyou care who the daddy is a long as it's a black baby?”“Don't be so harsh, Javon,” Lisa interrupted with a smarmy smile. “She's just young and naive, but she has a good heart. All those little Southern girls do. Their pretty little heads are all screwed up with all that traditional love and marriage crap.”As stunned as I was at Javon's crude dismissal of my heartfelt loving commitment, I was just furious at. Rivulets of cum ran down her legs and pooled at her feet. Her anus remained exposed enough for the men to penetrate her without having to plunge through a curtain of others’ seed, but her pussy was a sticky mess ... not only from her usual emissions, but from gouts of semen that clung to her wispy hair and nestled among the swollen folds. She wasn’t worried about the danger — it was a dream, after all — but it was a new and curious feeling.Several dozen men into her ordeal there was nowhere.