Zara was her name. "I just have to say this. you are persistent, I give you that. . A sweetie but persistent." She said looking at me. "Thank you." I...said back. " Can I ask you a personal question?"Yes" she said sipping on her tea and cupping the cup to warm her numb fingers. "Where are you from cos you have an exotic look about you. " I asked looking her over so she knew I was eyeing her up. "Well my dad is Egyptian and my mum is english".As we talked and got comfortable with each other we. ? Notme.?? And he leaned over, grabbed thewhore?s tits, and rammed into her shit-chute.?The guys and I stood round to give him encouragement.? I particularly wanted him to enjoy himselfbecause he sure as hell would not enjoy what was coming next.? We spat on the whore and urged him on. ?Well nigga, what do you think of this youngwhore?? What?s your considered opinion ofthis young cunt with her ruined tits and her bloody fuck hole.? ?She?s a fucking mess, sir, she probably fucking deserves it. This is our moment, and I want it to be special." "Are you ready?" Yes. Just go slowly at first." I positioned myself, and she slowly lowered onto my cock. She groaned a little in pain, but kept going little by little. She was so tight and warm, and again I couldn't believe it was finally happening. At last I was all the way inside her. She locked lips with me again, and in between kisses whispered into my ear: "Fuck me hard, Jack."I grabbed her ass and began pumping in and out of her pussy.. I figured I would do the I'm drunk routine and give them some time alone if they looked at all like they would be having some fun. She came back out and Jim's eyes got like saucers. Peggy had removed all her clothes and put on a skimpy lingerie and said she was so hot fro the fire that she thought she might as well get ready for bed cause she was pretty damn drunk. Jim said he was feeling no pain either, and I agreed. she bent over in front of Jim and placed a log on the fire and she let it.