Max was 16, and Kristy was 18. We are extremely close, as we all grew up together. 'Well, Max is out at a party tonight, and Kristy is at her best fri...nds birthday sleepover.' She replied. A spark lit in my head. I had had a plan to sneak into her bedroom and get a look at her underwear, or even look and get a feel of some of her clothes. She wore some real hot clothes. Short skirts, skinny leather trousers, low cut tee's, the lot. I thought that that would be as sexual as I could get in this. The black man groaned as I came back up for air.My pussy was dripping wet. The black man had pulled my pussy lips wide and was furiously thrusting his tongue back and forth into my wet cunt. His tongue was very large and was prodding my opening with ease.When the black guy felt I was ready for a good fucking time, he started to get up. I pushed him down, telling I would go on top...Then I pulled down my yellow thong and kicked it off onto the towel.I squatted above him and picked up his cock,. ’ ‘That’s not a problem,’ he replied, ‘I’ll treat you to one.’ I protested, but he assured me that he could negotiate with the people at the spa. I finally gave in (ok, it didn’t take much salesmanship on his part) and we went down to the spa area. He must have used some fancy Greek at the reception desk, because he came back to me smiling. ‘We have two one-hour massages for 45 Euros total.’ ‘Awesome work,’ I told him, ‘you’re a genius.’ ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘there’s only one small nuance—they. She just looked so young and fragile. She was nervous too, but that was to be expected. We were all of us nervous when we made the same trip; Lord knows it's not an easy thing to get up in front of a group like ours and confess your weakness even though we were going to be the most sympathetic audience she would ever find. If she could be helped we were most definitely the ones who could help her.Sadly though, not everyone who needs or even wants help is strong enough. A lot of them backslide,.