Powerfully built young men, two being 18 and one was 17. They were all black, a dark black, with typical negroid features. Many people of the white ra...ce still referred to them as ?Niggers? in this part of the country, old traditions seem to die a very slow death. While Sandy and I never used that term outwardly sometimes we would use it between ourselves to denote a particularly lazy, not too bright, somewhat dirty class of people who seemed to think that the world owed them a living. They were. The shocked look on your face is priceless. You really expected to get away didn’t you? Ha! You can never get away from me girl. Not ever. The sudden turn puts you off balance, carried backwards now by your own momentum. You’re stumbling, trying to backpedal, almost falling backwards. But I’ve got you my girl. Got you in my grasp. A few steps and you’re balanced again. The wild look on your face changes to shock as I rip away the last piece of diaphanous cloth. Up against a big ash tree. It’s. I don't know."At this point I started to get sick. When was that supposed to end? How many guys were there?As I was trying to visualize all these black dicks destroying my mom holes she asked me surprisingly:"Are you getting excited with my description, honey. It's ok. Momma don't mind" Please mom." I stood up trying to escape. She grabbed me again."You want me to continue the story baby?. I know you want it. Please say you want it. SAY IT", she screamed."Just do it", I said finally to ease my. The top of my hand presses against the inner part of your other leg and I feel you open your legs even more so that my hand can continue to move up toward your moistening girl spot. Back and forth, round and round, my fingers creep closer to that wet, warm pleasure place, pushing up your skirt as they move farther up between your thighs. A few seconds later I can feel your silky soft pussy hair against my little finger and know I am close. A little more, and my little finger brushes against.