..Alex, uh...where do you live?"Alex didn't pay too much attention to the question. "Uh, uh, um, backeast, you know," she pointed her finger to the ea...t. "You know, that way," But what state?" Jan asked."I'm from New York, you know, back east,"Marcia, Jan and Cindy laughed. "Yes, you said that already," commentedMarcia."Why do you dress like a girl?" asked Cindy."Cindy!" Marcia and Jan cried in unison."No, no, it's OK. I guess I just think girl's clothes are more fun towear." Alex replied. "I. Glynn's out of action, also. So that leaves us three." A nice, swinging number," Jean said, and hung up.Turning, Lorena said, "She's coming right over. Maybe you ought to bring a bottle up to my room?"Shaking his head, her dad murmured, "I can't believe that all this is happening to me, but if it's a dream, I don't want to wake up."Lorena climbed the stairs, went to pee, and had another quick shower, wanting to be all fragrant and fresh for him--and for Jean, she thought. How would it be, one. She suddenly realized that she was still naked and that a Black man was about to see her tits and pussy. She moved her hands to cover them but stopped when Tyrone entered the room and yelled “Put your hands down slut”. She looked up and saw the old Black man from yesterday with the beer belly. But his voice was dominant. She immediately complied and waited for his next instructions.“Quanesha told me that she had found a white slut who might want to pay Black reparations.” Not waiting for a. Once at full stiffness, Molly rode me for at least a half hour, halting a couple times to enjoy body shaking orgasms before my final cum of the evening spawned her final one as well. All of us afterwards luxuriated in the post orgasm bliss along with and more profoundly the culminating exhaustion of a weekend of marathon sex."I want you to drop me off at home." Moi aussi," said Fanny."Okay," I answered."No objections?" asked Molly without malice."I understand," I said. "We've been nearly.