She covered her mouth with her other hand and laughed, staring at the cum. Then she tasted it and giggled again, louder this time. “Shhh!” I sai...d. She straighted out her body and lay beside me, pouring the sperm onto my chest and making little shapes in the sticky fluid with her fingers, lifting it up to show me how it seemed to form a web when she splayed her fingers. She lay there like that for another 15 minutes, in no hurry to leave, looking at me happily. How I wished she really was. I am only 5 foot 5 myself in great shape gifted with great features at my age. My school took volleyball very serious as it had won multiple state championships throughout the years. We were one of the few teams in the area who actually had a student section. Naturally we would have very tough and physically straining practices. Leg days were the worst but they are what helped sculpt my legs and great ass after all so I didn't complain too much. So the story begins after a grueling leg day. I. Ever since I had coffee at your shop ... nothing else tastes as good. What’s your secret?”“Stale water. I get the water from the toilet tank. It’s covered so it doesn’t get dusty. The flush mechanism tank refill aerates because the flow splashes ... I am sorry.”He was struggling with a serious case of the gags. “Good god, Karen. Really? From the toilet?” Amy burst out laughing.“Would I lie to you?” I was serious ... stale water makes good coffee. When the only available is in the toilet tank. We were in a dark spot; so nobody could see us there.The nigger lifted up my tight skirt and he laughed when he found I was wearing a very tiny cotton thong. He ragged it to pieces and his huge hands grabbed firmly my hips. The bastard was going to fuck me and I felt so helpless…To my horror, he spat on the crack of my ass and smeared his saliva around my tight rosebud. I tried to resist; but he pushed my back down onto the trunk of the car and he held me there.“I said the rear, bitch… now stay.