And I fucking LOVE Missy Elliott! I have all her CDs and I’ve seen her in concert three times! She is the fucking bomb! Her music is fucking awesome...and she’s an inspiration to all of us black BBWs! That bitch is one hot slab of chocolate! Hey, I bet I could teach you to dance! Most people can learn to do it a lot better than they think! But I’m glad that at least you like the thought of me dancing! I used to go to raves almost every weekend. Another thing I really miss. I’d love to teach you. The first one used the whole hour and came like a hose! Even with some time on the toilet, I leaked a lot. The second guy gave me a very good workout; by the time I joined the girls – after the second one – I was more than ready to call it a night! The girls had already heard about the parking incident in the woods. The coconut telegraph was working overtime that day. Our new friend, Jan, had been filled-in; they’d described Georges (at least the most important part) to her. She’d never had a. The familiar and welcome pressure of imminent orgasm arrived. I drove deep and pushed my pubic bone against hers. My cum spurted out, flowing into her own orgasmic nectar. Once stilled by our mutual completion, we heard the bedsprings and the moans next door. We laughed.By Thursday I had gotten my sleeping schedule back in order. I felt rested throughout my 6 am to 6 pm surveillance of Mel Jacobi.The most difficult part of the day proved to be when Sandy received a phone call from Sam Kamalua.. She slipped her thong into the corner of the closet, and then pounced onto me, thrusting her soaking pussy onto my leg. Looking startled, she threw open the closet door, returning with what could only be a joint. "We'll be making a fucking flood with this shit. Turns me on in a second." She winked at me, and nearly twenty minutes later, I had my juice and hers all the way down my legs. Both of us giggling, she leaned me down to the ground, and cupped an entire handful of the juices that.