I heard the skateboarder pass again and my cheeks warmed with modesty as Brandon dropped to his knees, cupped his mouth over my pussy and breathed war... air through my panties. I melted. My hands found his head and my hips pushed forward. His tongue was now pushing my pussy lips apart through the fabric as he continued to warm me with his breath. He was going to make me cum without even removing my panties, but I wanted them off. I wanted to feel that tongue on me and in me. I lifted my skirt. But we knew him very well and I wanted to stay the entire weekend with a guy I been only once before. I kissed Roy again and told him I wanted this and that it was I needed. I think Roy understood I have moved from liking BBC occasionally and satisfying his fetish of watching me with black men to me needing BBC whenever I felt like it. A few minutes later Ed walked into the room and smiled and thanked Roy for letting me spent time with him. He removed his shirt and came to the bed and started. John moved behind the bushes that hid most of Cassius’ windows from plain view and stalked around until he fell upon a well lit window and heard Beth’s laughter from inside. The window was open but the shade was down, making it difficult to see what is going on. They were having a hushed conversation, as if they were chatting very close to each other. All he could make out the was the mewling of his wife in a sultry tone and the low bass tones of Cassius booming voice. After what felt like. "Marcus!" she cried, scandalized. "You can't get up there!"He peered down at her. "Who says I can't? And keep your voice down. If it really is people, they'll hear you, and--"He looked up. For a moment he said nothing."It really is people." His voice was inflectionless."What?" she said. "How do you know?" Because they heard you, and are coming this way," he said.Blood froze in her heart. "What if... What if they're Summers?"He frowned."Get up here," he said. "Get up in the tree." What?" Grab.