“Twenty a bag.” Ordinarily I would not have stopped, but the situation was desperate. Everyone I knew was scraping bowls. “No paraquat,” I sai..., cautiously. She was beautiful, deep subsaharan black skin and a boisterous riot of wonderfully unruly curls. For a moment I could have sworn she had horns, but when I looked again it was a trick of the light.She gave an insulted glance. “What do you take me for? This is the kind herb, man. Got a hell of a kick to it.”From her Australian accent, I could. Her husband was a good friend of mine we all worked together . Well he split and went back up north . Only to find out a few weeks later she was pregnant with her 2nd c***d . Me & her would take turns driving to work. Usually on her days I'd wind up driving her car . So it was a hot southern summer day we had been working & on the bottom fell out . Her windshield wipers all of a sudden quit working. So I pulled off to a car wash so I can get out and check them out. We'll I couldn't get them. ”Liberally they rubbed sunscreen on each other. Their nude bodies were a slick oily mess as they enjoyed the sun and the show that the others were putting on. Bridget began sucking slowly Dewayne’s dick but her eyes were riveted on the lesbian three-some only a few feet away. Oh how she wanted to join them, but remembered the attendant saying that all sex had to be consensual and that most people didn’t pick up anyone on the beach. But that did not stop her from lusting after any of those three. Balls. Butt. Anus.“Fuck me hard, you pervert. Shove your stinking cock in my hungry vagina, you fucker.” Called my mother. My own mother. She never talked like that in front of us. Never. I barely recognized the words. These were naughty words we used to cuss one another. I think I was just as red as Nancy. Redder even.Meanwhile she held pop’s fat hairy butt with two hands, trying to force him even deeper into her gooey snatch. That’s when it happened. Her finger searched his hairy ass crack.