My Patricia introduced her as Rose's cousin "Betty" just visiting from the country. She was a demure young thing just barely eighteen with a touch of ...olor on her cheeks that was unnaturally natural. Her hair was a jumbled mass of curls that looked like some illicit warren for a shy but vicious fox with a bent for mischief. For some strange and incomprehensible reason, I had this insane desire to shove my cock in the midst of her tangled tresses and sprinkle my spunk all over her curls like. Maybe we can hang out with Caleb,” Monica suggested, her horniness decreasing, her senses returning.“Yes, that’d be great,” Amy smiled. They ended their phone call, finished their bath and went to bed.**They next night, they didn’t spend it with Caleb. The fitness model moms got dressed and went out. While Fat Rob wasn’t in town, they went to one of his clubs in Miami. Amy and Monica danced with one another mostly, that is until they saw Ronnie.He wasn’t alone. Another hulking black man. I liked to be stretched and full. I got maybe seven inches inside me and just left it in while I rubbed my clit. Closed my eyes and just enjoyed my skin all flush with warmth and orgasm and my pussy pulsing like crazy.My pussy juice was flowing like a river down my ass onto the bed. Glad I had plastic under my sheets.It didn’t take long before an orgasm hit and another followed. My pussy tried to push the vibe out so I held it with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. Didn’t. The flat was owned by the university and housed six students, right on campus. At the start of the year, the three boys and three girls who were to share had been strangers. Now they were friends.“Gavin? That you?”“Laura? Where are you?”“In here. My room.” From the moment she had set eyes on him, Laura had been smitten. He reduced her to a quivering mass of desire whenever she saw him.“Yeah, right. Suppose you would be.” He stepped into her room. He still had on his green military-style jacket,.