Dasha walked to the dressing room and took of her skates. She put on a pair of leggings over her leotard, which was dark pink with sequins, and a blac...k sweater over that. She slipped her feet into her Ugg boots and tied her skates together, slinging them over her shoulder. Before she left the dressing room, she decided to weigh herself on the scale. Dasha was sixteen years old, 54 with medium length wavy blonde hair. She had tan skin and bright blue eyes. A Russian beauty. She set down her gear. ‘You know those things are like ninety-nine percent artificial ingredients and preservatives, right?’ Jason asked, coming up behind her to plant a brotherly kiss on her cheek. He smelled pleasantly of after-shave and Anna, despite herself, inhaled deeply. ‘I found them in your cupboard,’ she told him. ‘You lie.’ His tone held mock insult. When the pop tarts shot up out of the toaster, Anna gathered them on a saucer. ‘There’s a box of Lucky Charms in there, too. I guess you’re going to deny all. Once it he started, I was not allowed to stop him. I felt weak and frail. My mind was sensationalising Darrell's destruction of my "pussy" ( as he called it ).I rolled over onto my stomach and spread my legs apart. Darrell rubbed himself in my crack. He asked one more time if I wanted it. His cock swelled up, it felt so heavy as he let it rest on my backside. I said yes into the mattress, my face buried down into it. Darrell pushed his tip down into the entrance of my hole. Then in one swift. "Yes, yes I want a big, black, hard cock to fuck my pussy." Jim twisted her nipple as he continued "You like the way that black cock feels in you pussy Beth?" "I love it. I love the way it feels stretching my pussy" she moaned. "You love the feel of the cock deep in your pussy Beth? You love to have it deep inside you? You love the feel of a strangers dick deep in you pussy and the feel of his hands on your hips?" Jim teased. "Oh fuck yes!!" Beth screamed "I love this big black strangers dick.