Sarah and I went to the bed while the girls searched around to find anything that showed where he could be. I sat down on the edge looking at the nigh...t stand at the picture. I felt my heart break as I saw his picture was shredded. I looked and saw more glass on the stand as well on the floor. Sarah stood in front of me. I looked up to see her eyes were wide. What is it Sarah honey? I asked as she pointed down between my feet Is…is that what I think it is? Please tell me its not. She asks with a. ”Her hand slipped between us and stroked me gently as my fingers caressed her back. “Well, there is one thing I’ve been thinking we should do this summer, if you’re up for it.” Her voice had a hint of a tease in it.“And what would that be?” I asked.“I think I want this thing,” she squeezed me gently so there was no mistaking what part of my anatomy she was discussing, “to be inside something other than my mouth.”“Really? Are you sure you’re ready for that?” I asked as my cock began swelling. While holding her finger's position, she was able to move just the first joint of the finger. She ABSOLUTELY knew what she was doing. At this point, my cock stiffened like I'd never experienced. Her continued stroking was taking me to the promised land, and I tried to het her to stop. She would not. I asked her to "let me in." She would not.I believe she knew exactly what she was doing, and she relentlessly kept up the static anal penetration while stroking my cock. I all but begged her to let. She was my first Northern friend. She came from Michigan and had no reservations about dating a black guy. Wonder how she is doing now, I thought.I looked out back and they were wrestling around like little boys. I chuckled and soon they came inside and decided it was time for some bourbon. I knew my husband was not going to handle mixing the bourbon with all that beer, but you know how guys are. They toasted a jigger each had and gulped it down. I decided to take a shot of tequila myself..