"Ready?" she asked.D?j? vu."For...?" I reiterated."A celebration!" Angie gushed. "The cab will be here in a few minutes. There is no way two zorras li...e us are gonna sit at home, looking likethis. I want all of Chicago to see us tonight. I have never felt soalive!"I had to admit; I felt the same way. I gathered up my suede clutch,added cash, my Driver's License (embarrassing if I had to show it, butat least it was legal), perfume, compact, and another tube of K-Y.Angie noted the lubricant, as. I'm not going to lie to you, the whole interracial thing turned me on a lot. One of my favorite sexual games with my wife circled around her being a white souther virgin, and me being one of the strong, dark slaves working the field. It always got me good and hard.My wife undressed. She being something of a submissive kept shaved between her legs at my request, and had even gotten implants because I thought a woman with B-cups just wasn't any fun. Naturally she also kept her hair an intense. " We will work." Left Angel said. "We don't want to be a burden." Right Angel agreed."That's probably not a good idea." I did find myself wondering who's swim trunks they'd borrowed. "Not for long, at least." I glanced around. "Where are the other two?" Office. Are you going to bring Zane in?" Yann looked hopeful. "Juan said he's a good fit so far." Who's running this show, anyhow?" I chuckled. "Shouldn't you be mowing or weeding or something?" I'm babysitting." Yann gave me a coy look. "There. ” “I’m having trouble hearing you, girl. Speak up. Where are your jeans going to be?” “All the way down to my knees.” A matching chorus was heard from outside, “All the way down!” The singing was followed by some giggles. Julie’s face got red as she undid the belt and pulled down the zipper of her jeans. She had to struggle to get them over her full hips, and they started taking her panties with them. Julie grabbed the waistband of the small panties and raised them back up, realizing it.