Guiding her to the bed of the truck, kissing her and squeezing her ass when she murmured "we can't..." and "Dennis...." they laid her onto the tailgat..., her legs dangling, as the two white guys opened her legs wide and the black guy in charge went down on his knees to start eating her pussy. I could hear her moan as I turned to the other black guy and asked if they'd brought rubbers. He just grinned.Sara's pussy was more than ready when the black guy in charge aimed his now 9 inch cock at her. “What’s wrong with you?” he hissed. “I’ve let you mope around this place for two months, but it has to stop! This is our wedding day. If you can’t be happy, then at least pretend to be when others are around!”Yassi grimaced. Now the compulsion would force her to act like she was enjoying herself.“How can I be happy?” she said. “You killed my brother!” She wanted to complain about the wedding too, but after the third time she’d begged him not to go through with it, he’d ordered her to stop. . let me have a taste, Chelsea!” Monica urged Chelsea, but didn’t wait for an answer before prying her cheeks apart to start rimming her.“Oh ... damn it, love! I’m going to fucking pay you back for that! I fucking love you!” Chelsea declared as she felt that tongue glide across the crack of her ass.“Just wait until I eat your pussy, Chelsea,” Monica teased her as she kept rimming her.“Well, while you girls have your fun, I’ll have mine with Dave here,” Nicky declared, as he knelt and wrapped. This place is like a diploma mill. I’m taking like four classes and paying four grand and they’re giving me a degree because of my ‘life experience’.” “That’s how you ended up being around north Florida,” Ken surmised. “You were in Valdosta!”“Yes!”“You are one smart cookie. You did play very well and sang great too.”“Thanks!”“Well, I better work double time today so I can be free tomorrow, sexy!”“Sounds good!”“Before I go you remind me of someone I knew years ago.”“Who?”“His name.