Danielle could see dozens of people hanging around ingroups. She saw mostly black men but there were a fewwhite guys in the club. The women seemed to ...ut numberthe black women a great deal and Danielle was beginningto wonder if it was a pickup bar for white womenlooking for a little interracial sex.“Would you like to dance?”Danielle almost froze in her seat as she turned to seea tall black man standing near their table. She lookedover at Macy who was encouraging her to dance with. And maybe I’ll bring my flute!”“I thought you haven’t touched it in a few years.”“Sad but true. So yeah, maybe I won’t torture anyone and just leave it in the case.”I laughed. “All right. Though I kind of wouldn’t mind hearing you play some time. Anyway, we’ll see about Muireann. I feel like she’s a bit unsure about everything here. She kind of seems like Tommy’s protector in a way.”“Well, that’s kind of obvious.”“It’s not even the blindness thing. She’s always helping him, even when he doesn’t. I gave it a hard squeeze. She let out a little moan.My tongue pushed her lips apart. She pulled away and looked around to see who was watching. I took her chin in my hand and tilted her head toward mine. We stared at one another intensely. "Don't look around," I scolded. I turned her head back toward the river. Her small body was shielded from anyone approaching by my broad shoulders. I lifted her dress.“What are you doing?” she gasped.“Do you trust me?” I asked.Sadie nodded her. "You don't have much on do you?" She extended her hand and playfully brushed the bulge in the towel with her finger and tips.This did nothing to ease Gerald's growing excitement and his cock stiffened lifting the towel upwards."Mmm, can I see?"He she asked. She took one corner of the towel between her finger and thumb and lifted the towel, looking curiously at what was underneath. As his cock was freed of the towel it stiffened and pulsed pointing directly up at Stephanie.She let the towel.