“ You liked that didn’t you bitch?” he asks. “ Oh yes” I reply. He starts sucking my large tits going back and forth between the two as he...moves his hand down my body. When he nears my soaking wet pussy I arch my hips and beg him. “ Please, Please I cant take it anymore.” He just laughs and tells me “ I told you I would make you beg and I am not even finished teasing you yet.” John takes his fingers and starts caressing my clit and puts two fingers inside my oh so very wet pussy. I cry out. It was my friend Nicole. After some chatting I invited her over to hang out. When she arrived she came right in like she always does. “Welcome home” I said in a sarcastic tone. “Ha ha real funny” she replied with a huge smile on her face taking a bottle of water out of my fridge. We sat down on my couch. “Feel like going for a run” She asked. “Yeah fucking right it is WAY to hot outside” I replied. She stood up and went to the bathroom or at least that’s what she said she was doing. After about. ‘What? Because I mention that women complain about my gut. You’re the pervert who keeps imagining other meanings.’ ‘I know the law.’ ‘And you’re skilled at twisting it to your advantage.’ ‘If you don’t like the laws here, go back to Michigan,’ Wanda suggested. ‘If you don’t like the immigrants here, go back to Africa.’ ‘My family is French,’ Wanda corrected. ‘Trace you family history long enough, and we’re all African.’ Wanda responded with venom in her voice. ‘My family is not African.’. ” I came out still shaking and she locked the door from inside. I came down to the hall and switched on the TV, but my mind was elsewhere. ‘Fucking Bitch!’ I thought about my aunt. ‘Her husband can’t satisfy her sexual needs. I’m pretty fucking sure about it. What would happen to her if she lets me fuck her?She threw away a good opportunity. Stupid bitch!’ I thought. I didn’t speak to her all day. I dropped her off at the bus stop that evening, and we didn’t talk even then. I didn’t’ t jerk off.