Now I think there was more than a grain of truth in all of them. So after I wrote the story about the three guys in the Supermarket car park, I set ab...out thinking about the one involving her boss. Again this was told and re-told a number of times and it changing every time. Once again I have spent some time on this particular story and have put all the elements together and come up with what I think is the best and most accurate account. I'm not saying that this was how it really happened but I. And again. And again. Over and over, the horny black mother was forced to rock back and forth, dragging her massive tits along the ground, in order to alternately impale her throat and asshole. Emily was really working her hard, too, forcing her to take the horsecock deeper and deeper down her throat, and keeping her moving quickly; when Carol wasn't moving fast enough, she'd shout "Faster, bitch!" and emphasize her order with an extra-hard tug on Carol's clit or jab against her bowels.After. It's always the same, always the exact way I like it. You woo me with soft touches, tender caresses that raise a heat so strong in me I can't resist you any longer. Then you turn the tides and your touches turn rough but it only makes it feel better. I pull away from your lips to take a breath. You use this break to back me up against the wall. It's cold, like concrete should be, and it touches my hot skin like tiny ice daggers. I try not to squeal and you quench my desire to by pressing your. “Though it’s to be expected in a place like this,” he added, gesturing to the state park turned concert venue around them.“I take it you’ll be performing tomorrow?”“Yes, ma’am. My band and I will have a set down on Stage C in the morning and then we’ll do a few songs, back up here at Stage A in the evening, as the warm up for Hatchery Road.”“I’m Shelley, by the way, so you can cut out with that “ma’am” stuff.”“Good to meet you, Shelley,” he replied with a laugh, shaking her outstretched.