When we got to Tyrell’s place, there were a few guys hanging around. We were regular customers so he knew us well.“Whatch yo white boys need toni...ght?” he asked as we walked up.“We need about 20 quarts tonight, you got that much cold?” I asked.“Wyyyy, you knows I does,” he replied as he went to an old refrigerator that sat beside his house. He retrieved some empty cardboard boxes and put the beer in. We paid him and headed out to the party.The cement bridge was merely a slab of cement that. I drove, and George rode shotgun, with the two girls in the back seat. We all were quiet for a few minutes, like we were waiting for something. Then I looked over at him, and just said, "Explaining?"He grimaced at that, then sighed and said, "Cunningham's got delusions of grandeur, but he's not all that bright. I think he's being played, but not sure by whom." Being played?" I probably was a little more sarcastic than I should have been. Okay, a lot more sarcastic than I should have been.. " Not often enough," I replied.The next place was a rock and roll joint. Since everyone dances six feet from each other we could dance in a group. We danced several dances and then moved on to the next place.The last place we went was without question a lesbian club. There wasn't a guy in sight. There were a lot of tough dominate broads in there sporting all kinds of get up. Leather and vinyl seemed to be the apparel of choice. There were two distinct styles of dress. The hardcore ones wore. I couldn’t turn to see him, but I imagined he was a black man… a well hung black man. He made me bend over the window sill and rammed himself deep inside my body, slapping against my buttocks and reaching forward to grope my heavy boobs. I close my eyes, hearing him moaning and biting my neck, starting to fuck me faster and harder.All I could do was to moan loudly, now my eyes wide open staring out the window, my mouth hanging open, not sure if I was enjoying it or not. I could feel pleasure.