Did it make you feel good knowing I was raising the children of your whoring? Good memories Dawn? All those family pictures are the same lie. You got ...o tell your whore friends how stupid we all were. Good Memories again? It was a quarter of a century of good times for Dawn and her sluts and bulls.How you must have planned to make sure that I was not the one to breed you, you had the bulls for that job, I was just a servant working my ass off to give you time to fuck someone else, make that. Her breasts pushed out against the fabric of her khameez, straining as if looking for release.She relaxed and brought her hands back down. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her khameez. The fabric visibly relaxed over her breasts. Slowly, she peeled it away from her shoulders. I watched in fascination as her shoulders were bared to my eyes, except for the thin white elastic strap of her bra over her light brown skin. She kept sliding the khameez downwards and let it fall in a heap at her feet.. “Just fuck me,” he replied, “You know you want it.”I had my finger in him to the last knuckle by that time and pulled out to wrap myself in latex. The same drive to conquer that had seized him washed over me, and I pushed roughly against him, unrelentingly penetrating him slowly but surely. He opened to me reluctantly, grunts of pain mingling with my gasps of pleasure, and I reached down to feel his cock throbbing in renewed lust. “I wish I had this much to give you,” I grunted, and he groaned. I stuck my hand out to flag down someone. a few cars past but no one was stopping. finally a car stopped next to me. the car was blue and a little on the old side. the window rolled down and this guy called out saying get in i give you a ride. i got into this car and there was this older black man driving he was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans. as i got in he asked me my name and i gave it and i asked for his. he asked me where i was going on a cold night. i told him i was out for.