He wrapped those oversized arms around me and I disappeared inside his hug like a tiny insect inside a Venus fly-trap. I didn’t object when he offer...d to walk me home because the boarding house was respectable and I knew he was too smart to go inside not knowing the lay of the land. Just before we got to the front door, Patrolman Patrick pulled me into a deep doorway of an “out of business” storefront and pressed me flat against the mirrored glass of the deserted store. I could see my tiny. “It’s all different now” Connie announced. “She’s all mine….”“What do you mean?” I asked, somewhat dumbfounded. “First of all,” Connie stated, as if describing features of a car that she was trying to sell, “did you notice how your wife offered me you rigid cock, simply because I directed her to do so?”“Yes, but” I began to mount an opposing view, yet was then interrupted. Connie, while still riding me like I was some type of equestrian mount, looked at my wife:“Stick your middle finger up your. “You like this big Black dick, faggit?”“Yes, sir!”“You better, you punk motherfucker!”“I do, Mr. Meck!”“Damn right! You be over here all the time eating my food and shit! You thought this shit was for free?”“No, sir!”“Y’all be switching ‘round this house in short shorts and shit too. You should’ve known I was gonna fuck you one day!”“We always hoped you would!”“Ah shit! Y’all been wanting a nigga to fuck y’all asses!”“Yes, sir! Fuck me,” cried Nigel.“Yeah, Nye-Nye! Take this dick!”“Oh my. “Wooo! Go, Amelia!” Liz cheered on. Amelia, if she heard, didn’t give any indication as she continued to strum her clit; her body rocked the table three more times before she pulled her hand out, its motion a blur. She collapsed back against her seat, panting.Jess clapped her on the shoulder; Amelia’s eyes had still been closed and the touch is what startled her back to reality. She jerked upright in her seat as her eyes sprung open and looked around.“Sorry, girlfriend,” Jess said.Amelia was.