"Barry heard Joyce's voice shouting back at him saying "I DON'T CARE IF YOU KNOCK ME UP OR NOT.............. I NEED your BIG BLACK COCKS AND NIGGER CU...M IN ME AND I NEED IT NOW!" Barry heard her screaming and understood every word. At this comment his heart shattered. Fear began to well up inside him; his wife had stopped using birth control last year after his vasectomy. Reginald was now back on the phone. "What's the matter little man? You don't like knowing your wife is having more pleasure. . . but they’re still fucked up. I feel like I’m their mother half the time. Or, not even their mother. More like a sex counselor.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Angie fell back in her seat, cradling the beer bottle against her chest. She had opened her jacket, since the heat was running in the van, revealing a baby blue blouse underneath. I noticed that her breasts had gained a cup size. They were no longer the perky little buds on her chest that I remembered. ‘Last year, one of my freshman girls came. My hair is shoulder length, which the boys love to have something to hold onto as I found out.Anyway my brother Ray and I are nearly 19. He works as a teller at the local bank, and I’m studying journalism at college. As for Ray his girlfriend is such a skank, and a cock-teaser because her outfits consist of short skirts and belly shirts where her tits hang out, but she is just not the right person for him. I told him what I thought of her just over a year ago, and we’ve hardly spoken since.. Dylan e-mailed me two days later, saying that he loved the look and scent of my panties. He said he held them to his face and breathed the scent of my black, beautiful pussy while he jacked himself off. He said then he moved his panties down to his cock and came all over them. He said he couldn't wait to meet me so he could shoot his hot cum all over my pretty little panties while I'm wearing them.I'm trying to choose an outfit to wear to meet Dylan in. It's a toss-up between my dark green silk.