" he gasped as Janet continued sucking. He was too turned on to stop her and grabbed her head from behind as he fucked her face furiously. Janet could...only let out a muffled moan as Mike's fully extended cock went down her throat over and over. Finally he came in her mouth profusely. Janet barely took all his spunk in when she was on her feet and smoothing out her silky maids dress as she pulled up her panties and straightened out her stockings. They were both so preoccupied with not getting. ‘What’s so wrong with being black?’ he used to ask himself while in his bedroom at night, his parents in silence down the hall. And then he questioned it—’should anyone want to become black?’ From what he knew about the South and a black man’s fight for equality, the word ‘nigger’ became this unbelievable anathema, and yet he heard it everywhere, especially among the young blacks with whom he associated. The word was commonplace instead of a word that ought to have been banned. But words such. They were perverted acts and she had only heard some of the bolder girls in college whisper about them in dirty jokes or in insinuating giggles about the boys they had been out with.Tommy had become even more angry with her when she had refused to let him do those perverse lewd acts and ended up by shouting at her with impatience and frustration when she had refused to do them to him. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to try. God knows she wanted to make him a happy husband the way she had. My mom got home with a 18 pack of coors light and started downing them back to back. She was on a mission like every friday night, get drunk and get fucked. I sat next to her on the couch and started watching tv with her. I was in basketball shorts and she was in a spaghetti strap shirt, no bra and some short shorts."There ain't shit on TV" she sighed, taking another sip.She unbuttoned her shorts and zipped down her zipper. Letting her little beer gut breathe.No panties.I saw the top part of.