And my hands pushed her legs farther apart and gently cupped the soft moistness of her cunt through the petticoat By the time, my hand was now inside,...feeling the tight opening of her cunt. I passionately kissed her stomach and moved down to kiss her clit.She lifted her hips to let me pull off her petticoat, and instinctively her legs spread open. The smell of sex was thick in the air and her soaked pussy was looking for more. I went down and began to slowly kiss the area around her labia. They had no moral compass. They didn't care about what they did to the 'dead heads' because it simply never dawned on them that they should. Some, like Larry, did develop an ethic of sorts and that said quite a bit about their own inherent goodness. Most people, even 'dead heads' had to learn how to be good people. It almost never comes naturally.I was still trying to work out the details when, one day after school, I arrived at Tina's house for our usual rendezvous only to find Susan there as. Melissa had long dark straight hair and her skin was beautiful. One of the distinctive things about her was that she was black, a very beautiful African-American, and she was a gorgeous looking young woman. Melissa had a pretty smile and her eyes were very dark and seemed to draw you in when you looked her straight in the eyes. Her figure was really hot and she knew how to dress in order to show off her nice shapely breasts and ass without appearing slutty. There was nothing bad to look at when. “Spent the night, huh? Must have been one hell of a night.”“Truthfully, I had too much to drink.” He said.I nodded.“What brings you here this morning, it’s not even noon.” “I needed to get away.” I said.“Well, I don’t have any clients today, let’s go somewhere and talk.” He said. We walked into one of the bedrooms, the green room. I sat on the bed, taking my shoes off. “Wanna watch some TV?” he asked grabbing the remote.“Are there even any people here to film?” I asked.“Yeah, I am sure, someone.