Aur main ny uski shut per apny lips rekh diey……wo to jaisy pagal ho gei….aaaaaaahhhhhh aaaaahhh ki awazein niklny lagein…..us ny apny hath sey...mery sir ko apni chut pr daba diya aur main apni jeeb sey uski bur ko chodnay laga 5 minute mein he uska pani nikal geya aur wo nidal se ho gei….Phir main ny land us k hath main detay huy kaha rani ab tumari baari usny meray topi pr apni zaban laga di aur suck krnay lagi….main to janat ki sair kr raha tha 10 min bad mera sara pani us k moonh main nikal. To my lifelong regret, I stood and watched and did nothing. Rosie was one of only two black girls attending Holy Cross elementary school. The year was 1960. Rosie was a tiny little thing, with thin legs and brightly colored ribbons in her kinky hair. Her parents were immigrants from Kenya who had come to America for a better life. Rosie and her family were true outsiders in the Northwest corner of Indiana we grew up in. On that warm day in May I heard terrible things said to her by our. She moaned and began to feel wetness pool between her legs. Then the sensation of her lover left her. She thought her imagination was just playing cruel tricks in the second before she again felt his hand on her arm rolling her onto her back. The covers that cocooned her had somehow been loosened and were now being pushed down to the bottom of the bed. She felt a hand on the bed near her head and what seemed to be a knee and calf near her hip. She then felt the same thing on her other side.. "Ladies, turn your heads toward me, and watch while I jack off!" They turned as I asked, and then Lucille said, "What a waste. It's nice, but there's something better! Come onto the bed!" I did so, even though I would have been fine just standing there jacking off to their sex! As I mounted the bed, Lucille pushed me toward Beverly. "Beverly, I think he should put is cock in your cunt!" God, I loved how they picked up the language. "It's O.K., Beverly - Don's been dead for years!" Beverly.