Her costume was simple, just a long white shirt and makeup. Nothing more. She did wear tight white shorts underneath, her sister was surprised that I ...as ok with her wearing such tight white shorts. Of course I was ok with it.Throughout the night she would call or text me about what was going on, normal party stuff. She texted me and said her "Admirer" had arrived and was very flirtatious with her, she reciprocated. As the night went by she was having more fun, dancing and drinking. He never. That something so feminine could be worn ... even though her work was often tough.She felt her nipples harden from her touch and she slipped her hand underneath her camisole to stroke her bare skin. Her breast swelled enough as she cupped her palm over it, feeling its supple softness. She moved her hand over it and then her fingers lighting on her sensitive nipple.A groan threatened to escape from between her parted lips but she suppressed it, but not before she noticed the dampness between her. As I crawled up to his crotch, he fixed me with a hard stare and grasped his cock at the base. That was all it took – I needed that Black cock in my mouth! I opened my mouth to suck it, but instead he slapped me in the face with it, back and forth. I stayed there on all fours, my mouth open, then he grabbed my head and brought it down onto himself. I started bobbing my head up and down on it, going faster as the desire in me built.But he slowed me down, told me to take my time. I held his Black. It makes me feel like an old school teacher." Oh no Jane," she giggled, "You far too pretty for a school teacher."I laughed at the compliment; as coming from her it really was a compliment. I guessed her to be about eighteen or nineteen. She was a tiny little thing with dark olive skin, firm, pert breasts that she liked to display at every opportunity, dark flashing eyes and the body of a sculptured goddess.We'd met on our first night in the hotel when I'd gone out to sit on the balcony and.