”“Where did it all go?” I asked, amazed. I held up myhands in the manner of a fisherman. “It must have beenthis long,” I... said, looking at the distance betweenthem. “Now, if you take that same length and lay itacross me here,” I explained, moving my hands to mybody, “the end of it is way up here.”She shot a glance at where my hand rested. It wasalmost exactly between my breasts.“It can’t possibly go all the way up there, or can. I just said I went there to make contact. ‘Oh, I see.’ Joyce looked pointedly at Jeanne. ‘You work at a strip club?’ Jasmine walked toward us, having loaded the washing machine. ‘Yeah, that’s right. Why?’ ‘Just curious. I’ve heard a lot about them from a friend of mine, but never seen one. She wants to work at one. She said you can make real good money there.’ Jasmine looked her over. ‘Well, you could make good money there. You have a nice shape and great tits. Men love natural tits.’ Joyce. Once we were talking about relationships when she suddenly asked me about my opinion on long distance relationships.One thing led to another and now we were talking about sexting. I told her that I was amazing at sexting ( totally not bragging :P).She took some time to reply but then she said: “TRY ME”. I got a rock hard erection and we started sexting, she would moan hard at my sexts and record her voice, her moans were the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard, and I say that with experience.. Jamal knew he had her hooked on his BBC and took his time. He would take her to our bedroom and fuck her for hours and then take a break and fuck her for hours again. He would fuck her brutally hard at times and then slow and softly making sweet love to her. Either way she would have screaming orgasms. But I did notice a tendency for her to like it more when she was treated like a whore who do anything for his BBC. When Jamal would tease her and make her beg for his BBC she would cum.