"Yeah, no sloppy spray, just a nice steady stream!"My hair is yanked back. A growling male voice in my ear..."I'm gonna fuck your ass, slut! Look at m... cock... look at it!" His erection is average in thickness, but incredibly long, adorned with a grossly lubricated condom. I suck in my breath, my diaphragm straining against the pull of the hanging chain. He lifts my legs, placing my ankles over his shoulders. He fumbles with himself, poking his glans against my anus. I shriek in mortified. We'd planned to head down to the rib place, Jelly's, I think, but the girls had surprised me with the cooler full of clams. They'd liked my quick and easy version, but now they wanted the real thing, so we did up a big batch of angel hair pasta with fresh clam sauce. They scrubbed up the clams, so I had it easy! They loved it, and now I'm in trouble, because I made the mistake of telling them about my home made New England clam chowder. But that's for the fall.Richelle still seemed like she was. Chapter 2Sometimes the girls just walk into it, and sometimes it takes goddamnforever. Long time ago a highschool cheerleader had just walked rightinto my arms, and I’d scored easy, leaving a healthy black baby in herbelly. But other times it’s harder, like in this case I’m telling youabout.She was a catholic schoolgirl. I guess she was 15 or so. She had longblonde hair that she generally wore in a ponytail. Her tits lookedsmall, but I bet they’d get pretty big in a couple years. She. Why we can place um in the old family album O. Won't that be gas!! I bet Grandma will love um" Vi smiled. "OKKKK Now we can..." Lonia started. "No!! She has to wipe up first. I don't want any stinky cunt dribble in mynice car." Vi demanded as she put down the video camera. "What do you want to do.. should we take her into the mall and get hersome paper?" Lonie retorted. Lonia pulled on her jeans and then searched through the bags remainingcontent to find another joint.