Paul still didn't speak to me. In fact he didn't even look at me the whole ride home. As we rode home I started to think about what Norman had said ab...ut me ever returning. I had serviced a lot of black cock the past day or so and none of it was really bad. In fact it was the best sex I had ever had. Then I felt that itch deep in my pussy again. How could I possibly be craving to be fucked by more black cock after what I had gone through?In my warped thinking the thoughts of returning to. With just some small creativity, I would be able to keep the phone on the charger when I was not using it. Now the only problem would be Sofia. Could I trust her?As Sofia sometimes worked longer hours in the kitchen I was able to test the phone alone. Without its SIM card, and when the loudspeaker was not working, the phone was useless as a phone. But the screen and the keyboard worked, as did the wireless connection! I almost cried out for joy. I was quite confident that I was technically the. "Are you ready again, darling?" whispered Connie eagerly. "Yes! Yes!" replied Alice softly, beginning to agitate herself under Connie."Our mouths together this time, darling, eh!" whispered Connie with excitement. "Don't stop kissing me, darling!" she added tenderly as she responded to Alice's movements under her and set to work to rub her cunt against Alice's. Soon both girls were hard at work with their cunts squeezed against each other, slit to slit, clitoris against clitoris—Connie's bottom. The Russian girls also orgasmed from the vibrating dildos in them, their sound echoing in the hall that erupted into a sea of cheers and shouts."Wow, let's have a look at that replay. And you can see," the girl cried. "Both men coming at exactly the same time for America. Now that's technique from the American girls. That's ... even getting the same cum stains across their faces, up the nose and into the hair. Perfection. Now the Russian ... ah Dimitri he's half-second ahead. This is going to.