"Hey you know, I think your friend Giovanni has got the hots for you," Gene said confidently.Marissa laughed. "Giovanni? No way. He's just my friend. ...othing else." Yeah well that may be who you see him as, but he sees you as the object of his desire, love." Whatever Gene." And to top it all off, I think Camille has the hots for Giovanni."Marissa stopped and looked around making sure no one was looking at her. "Look, Camille would never be interested in Giovanni. She dated a guy that looked. Then a female voice called out:“Hurry up, you nigga bastard… just remember my cunt is on fire…”I was surprised, because it seemed to me that I could recognize that angry voice. But then I said no; my sweet Ana was at Helena’s home right now…The huge black man finished his call and entered the last booth. He yelled:“Now bitch, it’s time for a good black dick in your married white cunt…”Well, I thought to myself… I could enjoy a voyeur time before catching a taxi; so, I sat down on the near booth. ."brrrt," "brrrt," "brrrt," "brrrt..." Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! But I love it! Keep fucking me!"The smell wasn't bad enough to make me stop. But it was enough to tell me she had spicy Mexican food for lunch. I slowed down, and her farts slowed down and stopped for a while. But then I slowly eased my dick all the way inside her pussy again. Little did I know that my dick was aimed right at a gas bubble inside her. And when my dick pushed that gas pocket, she let out one of the loudest. “Well I had an alibi so there,” giggled Ryan.“Yes, I will vouch for you mate, well established in my twat lets see ... Yes smack on time,” she giggled, squeezing his stiffy.“Twat or Tush though, got to be accurate for the Chief Super Alice,” he chortled, his gloved hand folding into the cadaver’s cunt.“You were so fucking randy for both holes mate, you were going from one to the other you bastard. Both sore, look out, top brass.” she nudged Ryan’s arm, not purposely, but for his sake usefully.