It was Erica’s. I nudged her and she picked it up.“It’s for you,” she said, holding it over my face.I opened my eyes and saw a picture of Lean...ne. I took the phone and said, “Hello?”“Why did you hang up on me?” she asked.“I haven’t had much sleep and it’s going to be a long day,” I said.“Yeah, I’ve heard,” she said. “But that doesn’t give you the right to be rude.”“If it’s rude to decline a call, then why is the feature available on my phone to begin with?” Nope. I wasn’t thinking.Erica sat up. All she wanted to do was remove that clamp, and she couldn't. She groaned in pain and frustra- tion. "Oh, you don't like that. Let me kiss it and make it feel better." John knelt on the floor, removed the clamp, and buried his face between Angie's shackled feet. He sucked hard on her lips and clit. He penetrated her deeply with his tongue. He even blew lightly on her vagina, the cooling air shocking her nether regions. Finally, John decided he was ready, and stripped off his jeans. This time he. Every dress she wore was big on her. She had big tits that stuck straight out and the dress hung down over them making her look fat and it was down to mid calf. She wore what looked like men's loafers that made her feet look really big. Looks wise she wasn't pretty but not bad looking. She drove a Chevy convertible and was always letting the older guys in the neighborhood drive it around. She was always with them though. Her house was our hang out house because she liked talking to all the. The pain allowed his fat bell end to pop her ring though, her eyes popped too!So the nigga was in at last, just where he wished to be. The excitement caused him to blast a load into her. He cried out with a load moan,' Oh Sheeeeeet.'She moaned too faintly, ' woooooo,'Mick saw the bell end had sunk itself in and stopped, leaving 13" of shaft as wide as her forearm sticking out her buggered hole.No surely thought Mick, that must be it? The Afro King had shot his spunk up her guts, he must be.