Not as violently as the others, but with more spunk than all the others. I tried to scoop the mess into her mouth with my fingers.But I had not enough... time for myself. I soon felt again my ankles being pulled up and my legs spread apart. I was held on my back and my legs pulled further up towards my head; so another huge massive black cock was soon finding my little tight brown hole there. Not Again… I thought, but, before I could struggle, a hard cockhead found its way inside. I had never. “You like that, you fucking whore?” he growled.“YES!” she screamed, pushing herself back against him, pumping her pussy along his cock, meeting his every thrust.He reached down and took a handful of her dark mane in his hand and pulled her head towards his, making her arch her back and thrust out her chest.“Are you my whore?” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear.“Yes! Yes!” she gasped, her excitement overwhelming her. “I’m your whore! I’m your dirty fucking whore! Fuck me! Fuck my whore. I went on to explain why we were different and that the man and woman should be special friends for the man to let the woman touch his penis, then about babies. She listened and as far as I knew she understood what I was telling her. When I had finished she asked if we were special friends, I said we were before I realised I had used the wrong term when explaining things, “So why can’t I touch your penis”? She had me backed up into a corner, if I wasn’t careful she would be upset and then she. Fletcher was exhausted. It was becoming more than he could bear, but he stayed in his seat. He didn’t dare get up or move. He couldn’t. He watched as he saw Sorrel unravel like a broken toy. What must have been years of suppressed regret and repressed self-loathing was flooding the room in an irresistible deluge. Mary kept talking, ‘You went to school. You aced every class. You were first on every test, you’re every term paper was better than any other student’s. Yours was a perfect 4.00 GPA..