My cunt is all yours, lover," Angela breathed, putting her fingers between her spread legs and manipulating the lips of her pussy. "I have a delicious... idea, boys. why don't I sit on one of your big hard cocks while the other fucks me in my pussy?" You... you mean you're gonna take one of our cocks up your... up your ass?" Randy asked in disbelief."Yes, darling boy. Doesn't it sound nasty and exciting?" She smiled, her asshole quivering with anticipation."Yeah, Mom! But... uh... won't it hurt. What made it all so mystifying was that, during the speech, he said, “I thought about that outfit you wore in Kansas City.”Then he was gone, carrying the children off, and Misty stood there, her mouth open.“Hi,” said the woman, holding her hand out. “I’m Felicity Chumley. Welcome to our home.” She grinned. “Bobby can be a little ... odd sometimes.”“You can say that again,” sighed Misty.“He thinks about things a little differently than most men. He wouldn’t understand how you might not want to. Mum saw the confused expression on my face then she said she wanted to explain. I listened as calmly as l could as she said that she had seen Joe looking at her a few times and that twice she had caught him looking down her top when she bent over. She said she had talked about it with Dad and said that she intended to test Joe to see how he would react.Dad said again that he had warned her not to do it but Mum insisted that she had wanted to find out how genuine he was.She said it had. " True, True. What else you got?" Well there's the rhythm thing, not all blacks have rhythm. Seen plenty that can't dance." I say. Now he's laughing, "Ain't that the truth, niggas gotta be keeping it real, right?" And basketball, not all of them can play, right?" "True enough, Joe, anything else?" he asks."Eh, I don't know Terrence, I guess I like to think of people as people and prefer to judge them on their own volition. You know?" "I see," he says, "what about the size of the black man's.