The contrast was startling.For a moment, she was caught up in the sight of her white hand with her coral nail polish wrapped around his throbbing ebon... dick. She moistened her dry lips and nodded at the driver. He pressed the callback button on the phone.Kevin answered immediately. She saw he was in his car now.“Alice! Please baby! We need to talk!”He stopped with his mouth open. His wife was on her knees, staring into the phone. Her face was partially obscured by an enormous black cock held in. Then he made himself comfortable, lowering himself fully atop me, and set about licking the tears from my cheeks.Like the foreplay, the rape was quick and awkward. My rapist’s rock-hard hips kept me from closing my legs even slightly and his chiseled chest crushed my breasts against my ribcage.His penis spasmed and quivered suddenly, and then jet after jet of thick, hot semen sputtered into my pussy. I screamed and cried, and tried to close my eyes, but he slapped me and told me to look at him.. "It's been a long time," I finally mumbled."Almost eighteen years," she said, finding it difficult to look me in the eye."Why?" It was the only question that seemed to matter to me."I'm ashamed to tell you, Patrick. I'm ashamed of myself and what I did to you and your father. I did a horrible thing and then I ran away. It was the only thing I could think of to do." Dad told me you had an affair." I was beginning to gather my wits about me.She was shaking her head. "No, not an affair. Something. He looked at me and smiled. I'ddone his eyes with dark eye shadow and heavy mascara and eye-liner, andthey really popped in the dim light from the dashboard. "I've beenwanting to, you know." What?" Dress like the other boys. Wear prettier things. But I justcouldn't." Because your sister would make fun of you?" Because you never dressed sexy. You were always in jeans and t-shirts. I thought you would think I was a woose."I should have. I should have thought of him as a woosie the first.