The black guys would break my chops or blatantly say something like "get the fuck out of here white boy" and laugh while I slinked away. I stopped try...ng.That's why I was kind of shocked when I was sitting in the break room in the corner by myself while the black guys were at the big table laughing and talking sports that one of them came over to me and asked, demandingly, what I was doing after work. I told him nothing as usual, just going home. While this is going on, I could see his friends. "I... I can't do that." Sure you can," Karen said. "Nobody will see them unless you decide toshow them off." She smiled. "Or I can show some more of my friends thatpicture of you in my bikini."Oh Christ! He was never going to win this argument! "Fine!" he mutteredangrily as he reached out and took the panties. He turned and stomped outof her bedroom.Back in his room he stuffed the panties into the drawer, beneath hisunderpants. He cursed to himself at the predicament he was in.The next morning. ” “Good” I tell him. “Make sure you fill her full and leave her satisfied.” “I will” he says.About that time you walk into the room. All eyes are on you. He stands and approaches you. Wraps you in his arms and tells you how beautiful you look. He is right, you look HOT. He leans in to give you a kiss. You stretch to meet him. Your lips lock with his and your tongues begin to dance with each other. The two of you eventually pull apart with the biggest smiles on your face. You are ready to on. Donna now had her hand on the back of Sharon's head, then she lifted up my wife's skirt and was rubbing the front of her knickers.After a few minutes Sharon crouched down and lifted up Donna's skirt, in fact Donna held it up, and then I could see what exactly was happening. She was rubbing my wife and then she licked up and down the front of her knickers. With a quick look outside again, Sharon peeled her panties down to just above her knee and started to lick her.It didn't take long for my.