Angie asked to use a phone. It was after midnight when Angie called John. She started crying again, so the restaurant manager took the phone. She told... John briefly what had happened, and gave him directions. John drove to the restaurant, went inside, and spoke with the manager. John then took Angie out to his car. He put her in the front passenger seat, buckled her in, and went around to his side of the car. By the time he got in, Angie had unbuckled the belt, lifted up the armrest that he. She was on edge again, but this time she was going to let him continue. He kept tongue fucking her pussy and she was biting her bottom lip. He stopped and moved his attention back to her clit. Now being totally encouraged, no longer hiding from her hood. He sucked into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue up and down, side to side, circles. She couldn't hold her lip any longer and began to moan. She was in another world. She was so close to the edge. He released her clit and blew a little. I parked the vehicle on side, near to one tree and told, “do it behind tree. No one will see.” She sat behind the tree, lifted her skirt, put off her panty and started pissing. There, two boys, who were partying with us pass through us. They went somewhat forward and then came back. They stopped the vehicle and asked me, “Is your vehicle ok?” I smiled, “Ya, everything is ok. You can leave.” One more question came, “Where is your sister?” I said, “She was not able to stop bathroom, so just. This thing was almost scary, jet black, very sculptured with veins, sporting a bright red crown. The black was about 6' 4", solid mussel, his ebony body shinning in the low light. The sheer sight of him made me shudder, he was so raw, so powerful, so male. Then a voice from my upper left shocked me, a familiar voice, "now thats not a worm is it Linda, more like a snake he laughed." Looking up I saw the weasel, my husband, Phillip. I was in total shock as he said " you said you wanted a real.