"Hey...no peeking at my undies," she laughed. She turned around, put both arms around my neck, and gave me a long hug. Her full and firm breasts press...d into my chest, and I feared she would feel my hardeneing penis against her thigh, but she seemed not to. "I'll be down in a short bit," she said. I went back to mixing out coolers, and decided to add more vodka to the mix. My penis was full of blood, and I tried not to think of how she looked partially clothed. Soon, the food arrived, and I. " Yeah. You'll help the good ones." TyShala ... we have a diversity group after school. I'd like you to join it. It focuses on bringing racial issues to light and..."She must have lost her damn mind. "Do I look like I need a diversity group? I'm the only diverse thing up in here! You people need to bring racial issues to light not me! I already know about racial sensitivity and shit!" Then maybe you'll come speak to the group about what it's like being so different from the norm..." She winced.. “You’re very obviously really good at that, giving head.”I nodded in agreement. “And,” she looked at me and blushed, “Brian, you have a very, uh, nice dick.” “Thank you,” I said, laughing to try to diffuse any awkwardness. “What else?” Ashley said. Clearly Ashley was getting turned on listening to her sister talk about this.“I guess I’ll also admit that you look really hot with your face covered in his cum,” Madison said, turning red as the words came out. “I second that,” I said, “you look so. But it was always dark, and we were always in a hurry. I've felt and tasted, but I've never really seen a boy's equipment. I've never let anyone see me, or touch my pussy."He seemed to make a decision. He moved slowly forward, his arms at his sides. He stopped with his legs against her bed, his cock straining directly at her. After a moment, she turned on her side, facing him. She slowly brought her hand towards his cock. When she was nearly touching him, she asked, "Can I touch it?" He nodded.