"You pepper-bellies are all stupid. Just a bunch of whores and greasers running around in those stupid low riding cars!" By now Sandra had lost contro...l of herself. "I know all about your kind. And I know how to deal with them. You put them in their place. Show them who's boss," she fairly screamed at Rachel. "Well I'm the boss around here and you'll do as I say or I'll make it hell for you." During this tirade Rachel had only stared at Sandra. She showed no emotion; neither anger nor fear. Now. I winked at Stu and we both looked back at the sight greedily. She seemed to have a lot of trouble lining the ball up right, as she kept leaning further over the table. Her partner had been on the other side of the table during all this but whether it was the expression on our faces, or for some other reason he came round to where the woman was leaning. He stood back from the table, looking at us, then at the woman, hand tightening around the glass. “ You looking at something”, he. "When he was finished cumming inside me, Daddy and I just lay here and kissed. And then I asked him to fuck me up the ass... I was a virgin back there. Daddy had done it to Mom a lot... I'd spied on them in bed now and then, and the idea really got me wet. So Daddy greased up my asshole... and slid his cock up my ass. It was so good... oh God..."She was panting crazily now, biting her lip. Her grip tightened on my cock and she began to jerk it up and down. She rubbed the thick, cum-streaked. We sat at the bar and made conversation that lasted a few drinks. Midnight came around and we got up to leave. I dropped her off on her street and went home. As I opened the front door, my phone rang.“Hi, it’s Berlinda.”“Oh, hi.”“What are you doing?”“I just got in my front door.””I had a nice time tonight.””Thanks.”Can I ask you something?” she asked.“Sure thing,” “Did you… did you… expect anything to come out of tonight?”“What do you mean?” I answered, sort of knowing what she was driving.