Above it was a Pink camisole tank top,the straps covering so little that you could still easily make out hertan lines from her and Dave's first encoun...er. The skirt was short, butnot to the point of being whorish; it came to about an inch above herknees and showed off her gorgeous, tan legs, freshly shaven and smooth. A simple pair of flip-flops completed the look, as she would have madeany college-girl envious.She pulled off her exit and meandered down the streets to Dave's house,a thrill. Makes it easy to find when you leave. Anne and Iris are here, we're out by the pool.'They stopped to open a Coke for Jane, then went into the sunshine. Mary settled on a lounge. Jane said, "Are you guys busy? I didn't mean to interrupt.'"No, Jane, ' Iris said, "We're just yakking. Taking a break and getting some rays.'"Anne, are you really pregnant? You sure don't look it.'"Four months, Jane. Just beginning to show a little, at least I think so. Feels great, so far.'"Congratulations. I guess. ? Scott crawled between his Master’s dark, brown thighs and looked up lovingly. ?Drink my piss, and don’t you dare spill a drop.? Scott had known all along that this was coming. It was the right of every Black Dominant to use his white submissive as a urinal and Scott wanted the opportunity to prove his rightful place as piss pig. He placed the mammoth cock in his mouth and knew to wait for his drink. It came hard and fast; it was rank, hot, yellow and thick, not at all like the watered. We were best friends growing up although our lives took on radically divergent paths. He knocked a girl up when he was still in high school and took the Army route to clean up his act. I went to college and got that degree everyone said I needed. I ended up going to law school, and now I’m a corporate lawyer. I’m on the verge of being a big shot, I guess. Anyway I haven’t thought about Bobby in ages. Then, out of the blue, he asks to be my friend on Facebook. Turns out we live one neighborhood.