We both just laid there exhausted from the incredible fuck we just had. She told me start fingering her asshole because she liked that after sex, so I... did. My finger was just sliding in and out of her tight asshole and my cock began to obtain life again. My cock was almost rock solid and her asshole was getting looser and looser. She then began to climb on top of me and give my cock a nice handjob. After that handjob she straddled my hard cock and slowly pushed her tight asshole onto the head. “Oh!” Mel exclaimed. “That’s definitely an issue. Let me see what I can do…”She wrapped her still damp hair in a kind of loose knot on top of her head so it wouldn’t dangle on me.“Where are you in the story.”“Let’s see… chapter, uh, 4. You are going all bisexual on poor unsuspecting Gianna. I didn’t know you were bisexual!”Mel winked at me, then nestled in between my legs and gripped my solid shaft. She gave it a couple strokes and a small droplet appeared at the top.“Read it to me,” she. She couldn’t help but drift off and stick her hand down her pants as she stayed on the road…She passed by a few cars, narrowly avoiding accidents. She passed by trees. She passed by the large posters advertising the missing student, a blond sophomore named Amanda who had been missing for a few days. Lucky for her, she stopped fingering herself just before she passed by a cop car. Narrowly avoiding a speeding ticket, she looked in to see two white men glaring at her. “Fucking white power. When the subject of Amanda's sex life came up that changed. It was subtle; I guess in her situation it would have to be. I didn't even want to imagine what the consequences of making a scene would be. To the casual eye she would not have appeared any more interested in this part of the interview than any other. But her eyes told a different story. Suddenly she was alert, tense, scared. Several times she would look at Paul or Rebecca as if she wanted to say something, but when they would look at.