"Blow job, white girls fuck, black girls suck, my little motto," I explained."Look, if I, you know?" she asked awkwardly."Big Mac with fries, coke may...be?" I suggested."I want my clothes back!" she protested."Serena, you were so drunk you couldn't stand up when you came, I can't just let you go can I?" I explained, "Now how about you blow me and we can move on, ok?"She looked unconvinced but her diet of toast and water must have become boring as she said, "Ok." Good, we'll us the practice glory. She pulled him deeper into her and moved her hips slowly to wank his cock with her pussy.He continued holding himself up keeping his weight off her as she hissed, “Fuck me Uncle, fuck me like you have wanted too since seeing me.”“Shh Slut, I’m going to give this pussy a good seeing to,” he told her and started to thrust hard into her, his belly wobbled under him rubbing against her slim flat tummy, his legs holding hers wider apart as his fat ass rocked up and down.The guy was pumping harder. My first reaction was total shock, wondering what Kay was thinking,she was very embarrassed and ran to the bath room,leaving me with our " Ben " I just sat there not knowing what to do .As Kay and I always did,if there was a problem we would always sit down and talk things through together.Kay explained what she was attempting to achieve with Ben , but it did not work out. The more Kay explained the more I started to think about Ben and Kay ( I had read about girls and -----) the more I became. "Monique, though, took no heed of the occupants, walking straight down the middle of the road, glancing neither left nor right. She proceeded to the next house and was almost past it when a rifle shot rang out. It sounded like a weak party popper, but both Dennis and Sandy jumped, which startled Roscoe. Monique never broke stride and didn't flinch. Instead, she stopped, bent over—flashing Dennis her toned derriere—and placed something on the street in front of her. Standing again, she resumed.