Playing to the webcam, she begins to remover her short black lace nightgown, sliding it down her right shoulder until just the tip of a breast comes i...to view. She turns her back to the camera and pulls up the bottom of the black lace until her hips can be seen. She slides the strap over her left shoulder smiling toward the camera and pulling it all the way off, twirls it around like the ladies in the old burlesque shows did with a bump and grind, leaving on only her thong. She runs her hands. Something bright and pink came into focus on the camera and Damon zoomed in on it: it was a pair of Halle's panties, thrown on the floor almost in haste. Damon couldn't help but linger on the pair of underwear, zooming in and making sure that ensured seeing them on the tape."Damon, put that thing down," I heard Halle say in the background. The camera moved sharply and panned onto Halle laying on the bed, holding her head up with her hand. She had removed the slip that had been covering her legs. I hear he gives a great blow job.”Larry was clearly shocked, and opted to laugh nervously as he looked around to see if anyone had just heard what I’d said. No one was paying attention.I went on, “In fact, the only person at this party who can suck cock better than Greg, is me!” Larry started to audibly gulp as I went on. “Have you ever had a blow job so good that it stood out above all the others? That’s what it will be like after I suck your cock tonight. You could fuck girls for the next. "You’re a k**, Tracy, just a k**." Sean could see down her sweatshirt, her perky little tits, her nipples hard and erect."Can I touch it Sean, please?" she asked, pouting. "I just want to feel it once more." No!" Sean cried. Just then, he heard a loud clunking. The washer. He gripped his sheets and yanked them off, spilling Tracy over in the process. She yelped. "Sean!"He climbed out of bed and marched out of his room. Walking down the hallway, adjusting his sweat pants, he picked up the towel.