” She noted.“I turned up the heat as I was cold.” Donna said as she walked to the kitchen.“It would be better for the environment if you just ...ould wear some clothing.” Vivian said laughing.In the kitchen Donna got busy with the preparation of the tea. Vivian seated herself on a kitchen chair.“It has been a long time. You don’t visit anybody anymore since your husband got his new job. Feeling above us?” Vivian joked.“No, I was really busy. I work now too.” Donna replied.“Oh?” Vivian said. I agreed and according to her the party in hr. home was going she introducing me to her friends and al that m her friend.. But i couldn’t see her parents. In sometime a BMW come and an old man in 60’s came out she said papa and hugged him i knew from ths that he is hr father. Later i discovered her mother died 7 year before.. Let’s go to the main part At 10 pm she took my hand and put me in a room and asked me to get fresh and locked it from outside and went away that was a nice room i think. I happily stumbled into this beautiful black woman with her arms up dancing. i noticed she had a couple of days stubble under her arm. which was chubby but tight skin with just a little hint of stretch marks. i told her how beautiful i thought she was (which i never do that), and how i wanted to lick her armpits. she was shocked but then looked at me as though to say your not the dumb white guy who just bumped into me she saw me. so she let me lick her armpits in the middle of the club in front. " Whitney kept trying to talk."Oh shut up Whit," says Stacy, looking straight at me. "You're lucky to have a guy like this. He's one in a million. Ooh yeah Whit, struggle like that, it feels awesome... drink up my stuff baby..."Meanwhile, I kept pounding Missy hard. She only liked that a lot. Each hard thrust forced her face into Whitney's cunt. I reached around and grabbed Missy's glorious, huge tits. Jesus they felt great, almost like my sister's.Under my relentless pounding, Missy kind of.