...they had to park right behind me. Well, out hops three black guys and as I'm kind of watching them via the reflection on the glass of my car I see...that they're scoping-me-out to the point that they want me to realize it. So I look over and give them a thank-you-ish kind of smile so as to be polite. I'm a white gurl who tends to really dig black men but meeting guys at the gas station wasn't really what I had envisioned.........lol. They went inside to shop and pay for some gas. One came. You'll gohome every night and get high. Coke every night. Do you understand?" Sam loves cocaine... Cocaine every night... Buy cocaine and do it everynight... Makes Sam happy... Sam wants more cocaine now..." Soon, Sam... very soon. When you get home, you'll be able to do all thecocaine you want. Whatever you are able to buy on the way home." Mmmmm..." Sam moaned. "I can't wait to get home..."Chrissie continued whispering in Sam's ear... "Talk to Cassie on the wayout and make another. Cara was all ears. “What do you have in mind?” “I have a club that I use to check the tires. I keep it right here.” He pulled out the club which was resting next to his seat. Placing the club on his lap, he nonchalantly returned his hand to her thigh resting it closer than ever to her skirt hem. “If your boyfriend wakes up, we’ll pretend that I used the club to threaten you.” “Mmm.” She was getting wetter by the minute as she considered Willie’s plan. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach.. Fuck! what was I doing! I slowly crept down the stairs again and this time made a little more noise as I made my way up the stairs again. I made my way to the bathroom with my thoughts dominated by images of what she had been up to. There was nothing for it to take my frustrations out on myself. I slid down my jogging bottoms as I stood over the loo and took my first grip of my raging hard 7inch cock, precum already leaking from the tip. My eyes closed to an image of Sandra laid out in bed.