I don't know what to do. I smile; why not see if I can catch that grin and paste it on so it stays?"If you're going to call me sweetie," she says, "yo... probably ought to call me Janey instead of Ms. Urquhart." She grins again. "Little Janey, that's me." She starts sobbing. Oh, hell! I ought to call 911. I squat down alongside the chair and put my arm around her instead. Well, it feels good to me, maybe she'll like it."Hey, hey," I say. "It'll get better."Her head snaps up and she snarls, "Like. You Can't wait till I tap this pussy again" he said."This is a one time thing OHHHHHHHHH" Jerome started to plow into my pussy with force now knocking at the entrance to my womb. "OHHHHHHHHHH...That feels so good" I moaned.Jerome kissed me before kneeling up. He started to play with my clit still plowing into me. I leaned up and to watch as Jerome's cock sawed in and out of my pussy. It was an amazing sight when he pulled out I saw my pussy lips hugging his cock like they did not want to let. Music, the club we both DJ'dat... spent a moment or two commiserating over the drama relationshipsbring... and then he lit the perfectly-rolled blunt and inhaleddeeply, eyes closing and smoke streaming from the lit end. It smelledamazing... "Like god's vagina" I giggled as he passed it to me, andthat sparked some talk about movies. We got to talking about wrestlingfinally, as usual... not real wrestling, but that terrible dramaticWWE stuff that we were both hooked on. We had a great time. “Come over here.” I walked within reach and he pulled me closer. “Is your pussy wet?” he asked. “along with your ass being nice and hot.” I blushed with shame. “I don’t know,” I said. He roughly spread my labia and fingered me. He smiled. “Dripping. So you liked that brat feeling you up, mauling your tits.” “No.” He yanked the tiny hairs and I yelped. “Don’t lie to me, bitch. Don’t ever let me catch you lying to me. Now, you liked his hands on you, didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Yes . . sir,” he.