She said to me and I instantly kneeing to remove mine. She stood there beside her bed and I was near the entrance of her room still. I was growing mor... anxious with anticipation. I looked around and saw a TV set on the one end of her room, there were a couple of Hollywood movies but the ones that really caught my eye were all the porno’s stacked at least 7 of them on top of her DVD player. I started to drip pre-cum thinking of everything that happened in her bedroom. I think she noticed and she. So good baby…Love your pussy…” Keith kept himself hid behind the chair peeking out at his wife and her black boss as they fucked on the sofa. He was trying to take everything in they were saying. “That’s it baby. Milk that cock for me.”“So good…..Baby…Give it to me….I want your cum inside me again…”“You want that baby don’t you?”“No….” Michelle replied.“Yes you do, don’t lie to me now. Tell me you want dat black baby inside your tummy…” “No….Stop it Peter….Not now….”“Yes you do….Tell me…….”. The night of the dance, Jan had us working the registration table. I guess that’s her niche. She had everything organized. Quite a simple operation. Student ID, pay your fee, pay for your drink tickets, and you’re good to go! We were out there for two hours before we shut the table down and joined the dance ourselves. We grabbed a couple of drinks from the nearest bar and found a fairly clean table to sit down at. As we got seated, the DJ put on a tune that we really liked. Jan bounced off of. He’d say she was his “favorite cunnie”. She’d wondered, but never pursued, whether that meant she was his only, as in your only sibling was your “favorite”, or whether she compared favorably with other women.So C-B-C hit the airwaves, feeling a bit wicked as she developed one-time chats or regular ones with commuters and other regular passers-by. She’d remember handles and voices and it broke her social isolation. No, other trailer park women weren’t a good option, she’d tried. Not her type.A.