No, right here.

The words even caught Betsy off guard, she stood there wide eyed as a rabid smile slowly crept across her face. "You're one naughty slut. You sure your mom hasn't taught you a thing or two by now?" Irene didn't quite know how to respond to that, was her mother a huge slut and how did Betsy know her mother that well? The thoughts quickly crept out of mind when her arm was being pulled, Betsy taking her from out underneath the front entrance, across the front yard, and through the side alley set between both of their houses. Irene scurried to keep up with the older woman and almost stumbled a few times if Betsy hadn't realized how strong she really was. Luckily, there was a crevice in her house that would provide a little shade from prying eyes, after all Betsy wasn't wasting time. She'd been wanting this since the girl first turned 18 a few months ago. She pushed Irene to her knees, her face just below her crotch with a straightened back, and quickly undid the buttons clasping her skirt together.

Irene sat on her knees,awaiting the inevitable, scared and horny at the same time. If it weren't for her in a sitting position, she could've sworn she would've fallen over already due to her legs shaking. Betsy grunted as she tried reaching for something in the dark crevices of her undergarments, she mumbled a few curses under her breath until she finally pulled out 10 inches of rock hard cock. The head flared heavily, seeming to be about the size of a tennis ball and along the shaft were various sizes veins sticking out of the black meat. She grasped the base with one hand and with the other she began to stroke the head, causing a thick spout of precum to ooze out the tip. Irene stared in shock, unable to fully come to grips with reality, as the dick swayed in front of her and, eventually, smacked her in the cheek which was followed by a satisfied chuckle from Betsy. "What are you waiting for, bitch? **** in it."