‘I’ll get them both, and make them pay!’ Shouted the punk, as he made his way through the mob, and then mounted his motorcycle. ‘I’ll make t...em pay for ruining my fun!’ The motorcycle was reeved up full throttle and wide open. The tires squealed, and actual white smoke appeared. Hesitant only for a second, the bike launched forward leaving a trail about twenty feet in length of one long black mark. The speed began to build, as the driver thought of his revenge. 30 mph…40 mph…50 mph…60 mph…70. Normally I wouldn’t past up a chance like this but I had things I need to get done.I told her sure, but be careful if he gets on a sent there is no telling what he might do. She responded, “I know.”She told mom she was going, Mom said to be back for dark.Off she went, I don’t know who was leading who. They disappeared up the road. I was getting a boner thinking about what they will be doing.I couldn’t do it, let them go alone. I’d have to finish my stuff later. I put my stuff up, trying to. Just moments later, another very huge black cock entered, getting me truly excited. He began to stroke himself, while I begged for it.But this time I wanted this one to last. So, I teased him by stroking, caressing and kissing his beautiful knob for a few minutes, until he suddenly leaned on and whispered that he wanted to come into my booth and fuck me. Of course I accepted the deal, as I shivered…When this black man entered my booth, I was still on my knees wanting to continue teasing him to. She pulled on his coat and Ben pulled it off. As he did so, her hands moved over his chest, groping and squeezing him under his smooth maroon shirt. She flicked his tie away and began unbuttoning the shirt, her lips leaving peck on his progressively bare chest. His tie and shirt joined his jack on the floor. He pushed her back and turned her so the pillows were under her head and his hands began numerous scouting missions and adventures. They stroked her hips, gently groped her breasts,.