He lay on the bed and was only vaguely aware that the twins had reversed and were now in a sixty-nine position. His vision came back into focus when h... heard Donna moan."Oh, he tastes good baby, did he give you a good come? Did he give you lots of cream? Mmmmmmmm, I can taste him."He saw that Donna was on her back and was using her fingers to open Debbie's pussy lips, letting his come dribble out and onto her tongue. Once more this was highly erotic and unbelievably he felt himself getting hard. It was Saturday and another warm day, almost nine months after what The Courier newspaper internally called the Atkins Incident – an unfortunate set of events that ended up costing the paper several million dollars. She'd parked on the street and walked up the long driveway because she didn't want to impose on the people living there. There were many cars parked in the garages and spacious carport.Zoey opened the front door. "May I help you?" She didn't recognize the smartly dressed and trim. Izzat so? Did you save some for me?" I didn't get no pussy!" yelled "BD", AKA Tyrone Washington, who played wide out, and who had caught a touchdown pass during the game. The euphoria from that, which had fueled grabbing that little white girl and fucking the shit out of her, was completely gone now."I heard you did," said Tank, who was actually happy for his friend."Shut up!" hissed BD. "You gonna get me thrown in fucking jail!" What? Why?" Tank might be big and he might look dumb, but he. The ripe, naked girl started to shampoo her hair and Dave stopped masturbating. Having sex with the girl was no longer a decision he could deny, it was a need. A u*********s need like food or breath. A deep burning need that filled him and washed over him. He couldn’t waste his load for anything else other than Chloe. His sweet, beautiful, perfect angel. There was no doubt in him that he was going to have her. No doubt in his mind that he was put on this Earth for the sole purpose of fucking.