They were a cross-section of our community. There were men and women; boys and girls; the faces were of European, African, Hispanic, Asian and Native ...merican descent. Their clothing suggested they came from a variety of economic backgrounds.The demographics didn’t appear to matter to Liz. She didn’t make it a point to pay attention to what outsiders like me might consider an underserved market: minorities. Someone must have announced that she wouldn’t be signing autographs because no permanent. Now he's being invited to come in the front door, as a very honored guest, and he's going to enjoy the opportunity.I slip her blouse open and suck a small, firm nipple into my mouth, rolling it gently with my lips and tongue. I can smell her arousal, and also her nervousness.I slide down her hard body and between her big, strong thighs. Her pussy is pretty, small outer lips and very long inner lips, inviting a mouth to suck them and lick them.I do, and Muscles moans and spreads her legs. She finished with a loose short skirt that came to just above her knees and a sheer blouse than although showed the outline of her bra it did hide her nipples. As she completed her makeup and brushing her hair she stepped over to the bed and bending over took the head of my cock in her hand and kissed it. “If you don’t get back tonight, you know you are always welcome to stop.” She waved as she went out of the bedroom and listened as I heard her car start and pull away.I dozed off and woke with. I told it no, I didn't."Activate guest pass to Master bedroom."Light nodes on the floor lit up near me, and I walked out of view into the kitchen. Footsteps up the stairs told me that she took the hint. I opened my freezer and retrieved some exotic rum. I took two good size glasses, and filled them partially. Each had perhaps four shots worth of alcohol. I brought both upstairs, and walked down the hall. "Deactivate guess pass."The light faded, and I eased the door open. Sitting on my.