You call me a slut, a whore. As though I didn’t suspect that already! I lift my head away and look up, smiling. Yes I am a slut, a whore, but as lon...g as your clitty is between my lips, I am in control. Mmmm, you haven’t called me dirty yet! I am touching myself now. I lean back and let you watch me. My little gurly clitty, shiny wet on top, pokes out from the side of my panties. I wipe a drop of pre-cum off my tip. Leaning forward, I place it on your lips. You lick it off and smile. Once more,. .." Her voice trailed off.I'm moving out, Judy. I'll be in a local motel for a while until I find a place to live. If you agree to the settlement I suggested, you'll find the papers in here and all you have to do is sign them. You may want to consult a lawyer, just for your protection," I said, almost holding my breath. I wanted that offer at least on record."No ... no ... I won't fight it. I've hurt you and I'm to blame. Fifty-fifty is more than fair. I'll sign them tonight. You can take them. I try to cheer her up, but she seems really depressed. It’s time for me to go, so I get out and walk around to her drivers side to say goodbye. I bend over and somehow I felt led to give her as kiss. Surprised, we both end up Frenching for a minute. I never really got into white women in general, esp. blonds or sandy haired, but here I am kissing this older white woman, and the thought gets me horny. Somehow, she seems aroused too, because the kissing gets a bit more involved. I feel a hard on. I yelled, “Oh, baby. give it to me!"Before long I was thrashing, yelling, crying, and sobbing with ecstasy as my dam broke once again and my orgasm lasted for more than a minute. Guys on either side of the bed were holding my legs apart, as the guy fucking me grabbed my head and started to kiss me. His cock grew harder and thicker as he braced himself between my legs and began to thrust into me mercilessly. I loved it and was screaming loud enough for anyone passing my hotel room door could.