Now, I really started getting on her case, telling her that best-friend-sisters shouldn't be afraid to show a little skin while relaxing in their own ...edroom. We fought. She avoided the room for awhile when I was home. We fought again. And finally, as always, she gave in and started lounging around the bedroom in her underwear. She was nervous and dreadfully shy. Fortunately, she didn't get so nervous that she threw up, but she never did feel comfortable like that in front of anyone; even me.I. In a few minutes, she’d be able to act normal, so the two black men went and sat on the side of the bed and waited.Abby was sitting on the floor leaning against the wall letting the drug take effect. It wasn’t long before she began to stir; she looked at the two black men sitting on the bed. Both were looking at her. They had their legs open and they were stroking their long black cocks.“Crawl over here bitch and do what you said you would do,” one of them said.Abby started crying, but got on. Of course, that was on the well-paved familiar roads at home. Back then, that part of town was mostly under construction, and the roads sucked. Dad guessed that Maurine had hit a chunk of rock or pothole when she was going around twenty to twenty-five miles an hour down that steep hill. It was a long, bumpy bounce and rolling down the rest of the hill after she flew off her bike. She looked bad.”Her dad came in to say, “Bad doesn’t even describe the shape she was in Sue. She was a bloody,. She said that’s because of an active sex life with her husband. I gave her a nice fuck in missionary position. The pleasure of making love to a young and lactating mother was something extraordinary.I banged her well, and we both had our climax almost the same time. Then we went to the shower to clean ourselves. We cleaned ourselves, but the game was not yet over. I made her stand on four legs in the bathtub.Then I entered her from behind. This time it was even more fun as we both were still.