" A friend?" Yes, a female friend." Yeah, sure. Bring your friend." All right then. How does Sunday afternoon sound?" Great! It's good. Where shall I ...ick the two of you up?'She looked around. "Right here at, say one?" That's fine. One it is. Have a great day Melva."Melva blew me a kiss and turned and walked away into the crowd. My eyes followed her until a car in back of me honked angrily and I pulled away from the curb. I tried to catch a last glimpse of her, but she was gone.I went home and. I flip my ass so him and guide him to my pussy. He stays still and lets me put it in. I touch the tip to my pussy and gently massage him around the entrance, lubing him up. I can feel his semen dribbling out. I put the head against me, I can feel it leak into me. It makes my knees tremble. Finally, I apply some pressure. I get half the head in as my pussy struggles to widen. Capt. applies a little pressure. Finally the head cleared and he sinks five inches further. I grind my hips against his. I also passed a naughty smile to him. I asked him to help me in keeping something in the cupboard on the top of almirah. I stood on a stool and asked him to give stuff to me from the floor. He started giving me one by one. At that moment my thighs were so close to his mouth that I could feel his breath. He smelt my thighs and I could see that in his lustful eyes.Now according to the plan, I slipped off from the stool and fall on floor through him. First I fell on Aslam and then landed on floor.. No need to risk ruining my clothes with white cummies she thought. Standard procedure for any clothing damaged by white sperm is to burn it and this was one of Trixie’s favorite outfits.“OK slut,” the white boy said, “Alice Omalley went to a commune near Sacramento...something about the Clan of the White Bull or something”, he laughed as he finished his joint. Trixie didnt laugh….her mind was racing.Clan of the White Bull the agent thought quizzically. There’s no such thing as a “white.