But Maggie was different because we had never formed a deep bond. I’d had, in fact, a deeper bond with Becky than I did with Maggie. I’d had a dee...er bond with Angie, too, and truth be told, I had stronger feelings for Angie than I did Maggie. There was nothing to do about those, really, given Angie’s condition and prognosis, but thinking about her made me realize even more that I was making a mistake with Maggie.The point that really drove that home to me was telling Maggie that sex was. ’ He shifted his grip on her hand to cup her cheek in his palm. ‘Connor?’ Her throat felt raw as she swallowed, but she studied his face carefully. It was definitely Connor. He was such a big goofball. Even now, as tired as he looked, his brown hair was mussed just enough to be stylish without being sloppy and he couldn’t keep a smile from turning up the corner of his mouth in the beginning of a grin. Rough and tumble didn’t begin to describe her friend, and she had a feeling that somehow this. .my pussy is clean''''oh yeah you are clean down there?''looking at the older black dad''i keep my pussy smooth and clean ''''show me ''i turned ass up and he moved my panty aside''ohhhh wow really cute''''nice pink pussy''''fuck it, fuck my pussy daddy''''oh yeah you little slut waiting for it''''yessss fuck me yessss ahhhh yes big cock yessssss omg yesssssss ahhhh ahhh ahhhhhh yes yes yes''''you sexy slut need to be fuck''stretching my pink hole good , moaning and loving his bbc''good girl ,. .. callous. But then he must have been joking with me."We'll go to my real place, my uptown address, and drink some champagne and snort some fine ass blow and..." Deke looked at me, " ... speaking of fine ass blow..."I giggled. Knowing what he wanted. Deke had some kind thing for getting his cock sucked in the car. I reached over, massaging his penis through the silk of his trousers, feeling it already semi-hard even as I slowly unzipped him. There wasn't much room for me to work, but all I was.