While one night I got a phone call and he said his name was Rick and he lived down the hall from me. He told me what he looked like and then I realize... it was the young black guy that has been smiling at me. He said he would like to come down to my room and talk to me but he didn't want anyone to see him come there. I was scared and didn't really know him so I said no. The next night he knocked on my door and as I open it I could see him look around real nervous worried about who might see him. ‘So, how are we gonna get the girls to join in on the fun?’ I asked him.‘That’s a good question,’ he answered.‘Maybe you should sleep over tonight and we could have a planning session,’ I said with a grin.His eyebrows rose as he pondered for a moment. A smile crossed his faced as he said, ‘You might have something there. I’ll call my folks and let them know.’After promising to be on his best behavior he hung up the phone. ‘We’re all set,’ he said. ‘I’m gonna run home and grab a shower and a. I just had time to make one more call before Bridget brought her in. I indicated for her to sit while I was saying my goodbyes to an old colleague of mine with his promise of a job."Sorry about that," I said looking at my four O'clock for the first time.Wow this one looked good. Short dark hair framing her elfin pretty face. If her figure was as good I should make a packet out of her. Bridget introduced her while she poured the coffee and then she departed. I took the offered questionnaire and. With her fingers stroking the swollen lips, Megan is entranced at Emma’s expressions – closing her eyes a little to enjoy the pleasure, each stroke provoking a moan and twitch until she feels the wet pussy convulse a little. Not as experienced at teasing, Megan’s fingers slowly slide into the warm pussy and feeling the girl’s warm juices coat her fingers and she fingers deeper with every moan that escapes Emma’s mouth, feeling the girl’s hips squirm and force the fingers in deeper. Not willing.