Amber had been snagged early on by a party of four. They were buying her drinks. She had also smoked a bit of their loud. The dudes were from the next... town over. The ring leader was Justin. He was a six-foot-two-inch, one-hundred-seventy-pound, brown-skinned man. In his 26 years, he had managed to avoid jail even though he sold all manner of d**gs. His main chick was a Black woman - and she was hot. He had a thing for banging fat white girls on the side.Justin said, "Amber, let's go upstairs.". Robert kissed his baby's cheek and then got himself a bit more whisky while his wife mounted the stairs. He rubbed at the cracked veneer on the edge of the sideboard and closed his eyes. Some long buried fears crawled out, and he saw again the prison camp, smelled the stench of death, the rotting wounds, the snarling guards.Upstairs, letting her hands do their work without active thought, Caroline prayed for strength as she changed her baby's diaper and put her down to sleep.When supper was. It was hard and hot, and unmistakeably Max’s cock. Finally, given enough reason to look up, Daisy tilted her head at Max in confusion. ‘Haven’t you had enough, boy?’Max mirrored the movement, his big eyes looking expectantly into Daisy’s. Taking a glance at the clock, Daisy could see that it was still early, having only needed to eat dinner because she missed lunch.Have I had enough?Daisy smiled mischievously at Max.No, I haven’t.This was the momentous day she had been waiting for, her phone. I took a huge swig of Jack and handed the bottle over to Romy, and she took it and drank as if it was beer.They kept talking as I climbed onto the bed and felt for Ann's ass. It was small and firm, I loved her ass. It was high summer and we were all half naked, so I pulled her skirt up and yes, there were no panties. She never wore panties. So I decided to try it, how bad could it be?I slipped my dick out of my shorts and slowly guided it inside her. She must have been as horny as me, she was.