Now fix your make-up. I need to lay down, but when you are finished come lay in bed with me."She seemed so happy that I liked her blow job, she giggle..., grabbed her pocketbook and wiggled her ass to the mirror.I lay there, watching her apply her make up so expertly I started getting hard again, and I could see how that pleased her as she regularly looked back at me to watch my cock grow."Pretty enough for you, Rick"? Turning to show her pretty face, then spinning for me to show off her gorgeous. Patti must have noticed the look of disappointment on my face because she dipped another finger in the butter and waved it towards me. I gladly got up and assumed the same position as Carol. Instantly, I had the delightful feeling of a fat well-lubricated finger up my arse. It was hugely enjoyable, but it must have made for a peculiar sight. Two naked white women bending over while a huge black woman poked her fingers up their arses. I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall and watched it. I liked to dance and thanks to a mother who had made me take dance lessons I wasn't half bad. Not in Shay's league, but then who was?I knew who Shay was, but I didn't know her. She had transferred in from out of state at the start of the tenth grade, but there were 242 kids in our class and you couldn't know all of them. Add to that we didn't run in the same circles. She ran with the 'jocks' and the so-called 'in' crowd and I came to school, did my time and right after class I headed for my. "You bad girl," I said. "You went out without knickers." "No," she replied. "I was wearing knickers when I left." My cock suddenly went hard. "So why did you take them off?" I asked. "I didn't," she said, and before I could say anything else she said, "Have a smell." I leant forward and sniffed. I could smell her sex but there was also the unmistakeable smell of lubricant, spermicide and that instantly recognisable rubbery kind of smell that only comes from one thing... condoms. "Is that.