"Christ, n*****s like frosting on a cake. Just as sweet, too, I'll bet."
"Look at her pants, right over the pussy."
Their faces came close. "Goddamn, wet! You suppose she's dreaming this is happening and we're getting her all worked up? Wouldn't that be a gas if she had a wet dream?"
They began to roll Rusty's panties down, working the nylon over her hips. Her belly button gave them a moment's pause as they gazed into its heaving depths.
The panties were removed, sliding down her thighs with an irritating tickle. She felt each foot being lifted to ease the passage of her last garment. Then they both stood over her.
"Hey, Tiny, ain't that somethin'?"
"Sure, Jakey. Ready to take a ride?"
"How will we start?"
"How the f**k do you suppose?" Tiny replied. Just then Rusty opened her eyes
