" That is when she almost instantaneously changed. "No, no, I can't do this. I've never been fucked by a white man. Let me up. I've gotta go. I c...n't do this."I was too far along to stop. I pushed her back on the bed and with one hand I grasped both of her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. With my other hand I lifted her skirt, took hold of her black panties and ripped them off of her. I took my pecker out in my hand and got between her legs. She was crying and she kept. . Lord! Sir, my mistress may come home... I must not indeed... I will cry out..." All of which did not hinder her from insensibly suffering herself to be brought to the foot of the couch, upon which a push of no mighty violence serv'd to give her a very easy fall, and my gentleman having got up his hands to the strong-hold of her VIRTUE, she, no doubt, thought it was time to give up the argument, and that all further defense would be in vain: and he, throwing her petticoats over her face, which. I really didn't care for it but I just wanted to be one of the guys "Before we start drinking Bobby,I need to fix something to eat, now and for dinner". Bill said,Bobby just smirked and said we could have "Chicken" with that Bill smacked Bobby upside the head and went downstairs.Bobby stood there stunned I followed Bill downstairs. Bill pulled out a casserole Mom had in the freezer for dinner,I pulled out the ham and cheese from the fridge and we made a sandwich, Bill yelled for Bobby but he. He was just starting to light the outdoor lamps when I turned back towards my house. Returning a short time later, with my surprise in tow, I hurried back to the darkened backyard. As I approached I could ear the soft sounds of music spilling into the night.I could barely make out the music over the songs words - "Lay your hands on me... lay your hands on me... lay your hands on me..." I giggled, noting the subliminal message in the song. Undaunted I continued sneaking up to the tub. Thankfully.