"You don't want to do that mate."He stepped out the front door with the phone and threw it, frisbee style out onto the street. "It's a quiet street. I...f you're lucky, it'll still be there when we leave. Just hope no passing cars run it over."As they were leaving, Nick knelt next to him. "We'll back for her furniture. It better all still be here, in good order because our friends don't think much of wife-beating, cheating arseholes and you'd rather Jayjay came back than those guys. They won't dig. I touched her under her chin and moved back up her neck to her shoulder.Brianna sighed with pleasure. "That tickles like crazy." she sighed again.Gradually, under Betsy's amused gaze, I did her entire back like that until Brianna was sighing with each breath. I let my fingers travel along the waistband of her bikini, touching the nylon cloth as it clung low on her narrow childs hips, circling them down her side, moving them under her a few inches.I challenged Betsy with my raised eyebrows. Before her trip to Sudan on behalf of famine relief, she had very little contact with dark-skinned males. She had several black female friends, but they were so steeped in social graces that they might have well been WASPs with a deep, deep tan. A couple of the black football players expressed an interest in getting to know her better because of her reputation for taking it up the ass on any pretext or silly excuse that managed to keep her from looking like a complete slut.Now, it was beginning. I spit in my hand for good measure and smeared it along her ass crack, rubbing my thumb into her hole for added lubrication. I then placed my newly glistening cock back at the entrance of her dark inviting hole and pushed. ‘Relax,’ I suggested, as the head of my dick slipped inside her. Jen put her head down and exhaled as I felt her asshole’s grip on my shaft weaken considerably. ‘Good girl.’ My praise apparently went unnoticed as Jen remained silent. I pushed forward a little more, feeding.