“He’s my nine-inch vibrating black dildo,” Joanne disclosed, proffering a very pronounced wink.Jane’s eyes widened. Joanne’s joke was on Jan...e. When we all starting snickering Jane played along, even though I am quite sure she was clueless about the joke being directed towards her. The joke, however, led to the first discussion topic.“Have you ever dated anyone who wasn’t white and if you did, what was it like?”Funny me, I heard 'right' and said, “I married him,” which drew strange looks from. “You suggested that we start with at least two times a day, so I jacked off my sister three times the day after you came over, five times the next day and then six yesterday, I believe,” Alma answers, flicking her eyes upward lost in thought for the moment.“It was seven, Sis,” the younger sister corrects with a mischievous grin.“Hmm, really?” Alma asks, looking at Fiona. And when the girl nods she says, “I guess it was seven then.”“Very good work then, Alma,” Leah comments enthusiastically.. She swallowed, and then plunged her tongue deep. Nothing blocked her path and her head reeled."Oooo, Nancy... your tongue. I feel it. Unnnn!" She thrashed on the floor, humping her cunt into the teenager's mouth. Her tits large, fleshy, swollen rolled on her chest like huge globs of creamy jello. "Oooo, Nancy. Keep tonguing me!"Nancy was out of her skull. She plunged her tongue deeper, felt the muscles of Theresa's overheated pussy pulse against her. It was fabulous. Soon, she knew, her cunt. I wandered down to the sex room.I found some rope that was intended for bondage, threw it through a ring in the ceiling for a sex swing, wrapped it around my neck and sat down.The world began to go dark.Pain shot through my neck for a while and then my body went numb.I thought about Cassie.I thought about Ella.I thought about Jennifer.I cried.I thought about my Dad.I cried more.I’d done lots of bad things to a lot of people.I thought about Jamie.Jamie.Jamie would die for me. Jamie would kill.