"Good girl," I said. We lay together as she recuperated for several minutes. When she had rested and was able to, she turned to me."Thank you Joey... ...thank you for making me feel like a woman again. It has been so long since I felt like this and I have missed it. And thank you for letting me be a slut. You see, when I was younger 'good girls' didn't talk like that. It wasn't proper. But I had always liked it - I like to talk dirty and be called names like slut and whore. I like calling my pussy. But Donald is a little hard from Emma’s caressing of his thigh for the last couple of hours. He had been so involved with telling her his story, opening to her, that he hadn’t really comprehended how aroused he became.Emma notices too and closes the door behind her when she enters, and comes up to him and kisses him intensely. She stands so close to him that he feels his hard cock rubbing against her mons, and her breast pressing into him making him long for her so much.“Emma,” Donald starts. I rolled on top of him and began another torrid, open mouthed, deep kiss. I made sure my hard nipple tits were tight against my brother’s, and reached down between us to stroke his cock. It had softened after he had come in my mouth, but I soon had it on its way back to a full erection.Bhaiya pulled his mouth from mine and began kissing his way down my body. He sucked both nipples for a while and then continued downward towards my cunt. He buried his nose in my slit brushing my erect clitoris. "Get back there, babe and make yourself comfortable." Let me go, please…" I whimpered again.The guy at the driver's seat looked back and asked with a smirk: "Are you comfortable, babe?"I just nodded my head…“Why don't you start warming up that pussy we are going to get?"What I had been fearing had now been told by him. "Get it warmed up for us, bitch" He laughed. “Play with yourself!"I got scared about those four black men; so I found myself lying back and slowly moving my hand underneath my.