The quartet sat near us with their food, and began to eat. Just a regular foursome of twenty-something collegiate types, laughing and enjoying each ot...her’s company. At some point, one of the Somali guys looked at me, saw Steve, and narrowed his eyes. I gritted my teeth and stared at him defiantly. Yes, I’m a Somali woman with a Haitian boyfriend. This Somali dude with his Arab girlfriend really shouldn’t talk. He can’t fault me for dating someone from outside our community, not when he’s guilty. There is a perfect place over under the stairs to talk with my daughter while you wait on me to tell you that we can’t get your bike done today and ask if you wanted to stay for dinner. We eat late and have big meals, so I’m going to let my wife suggest you stay over since it is too dangerous for you to walk back to work. She is going to make sure you know that our girls are all going to try to get you to have sex with them and that we want you to get them pregnant if it will happen. She. "Jack..., Christ he has more lovers than I have fingers."Placing her hand on my knee, drawing lazy circles with her neatlymanicured fingers, Moira looked into my eyes. "Jack and I have a veryloose sexual relationship, you might call us swingers, but I detest thatterm. We have been trying for years to get you and Sharon into ourlittle group, but we could never figure a way to approach the matter withyou two, and now with Sharon gone, well..."A smile began to play upon Moira's smooth red lips. . I take two steps towards her, crouch down behind her and take one ass cheek in each hand and spread her ass wide completely exposing her tight puckered asshole. I spit down on her tight hole and watch her flinch as my spit lands on her, before she can react any further I lunge forward and push the tip of my cock inside her. She screams in pain as I enter her, she is so tight that I can hardly push inside her and have to stop with just the head of my cock inside her.“This might help.” I say to.