“I don't wear panties.”“They just get in the way,” Janet nodded.“Are you wearing panties?” Alice asked, falling to her knees before I coul... stop her. She pushed up my skirt.For a moment, panic shot through me. My head whipped around. We were alone in here, deep in the exhibit. But this was so risky. So dangerous. If anyone found out about my true desires that couldn't be trusted...Alice's fingers slid up my inner thighs. Heat shot straight to my pussy. The bimbo grinned at me, her lips so wet.. I moaned, pulled my cock out of Cynthia's mouth and shot a huge wad of cum across her face. Cynthia caught the second squirt in her mouth. The third and last squirt landed on the lens of her glasses. She fell back on her ass and licked the cum off her chin and lips.The woman licking my ass forcibly turned me around to face her. My mystery ass kisser turned out to be Millie. Millie is a university student in her mid-twenties. Drawing is her hobby. She is petite, fiery, has blonde hair, alabaster. “yes, seven inches and it filled my hairy pussy good”“seven inches hunh, I can beat that” Rick said“me too, I got eight and half actually” I chimed in. She looked at us both and smiled as if she did not believe us. Looking like a little girl with a big curiosity she flicked the ash from her smoke and took another puff. “you got eight inches?” she asked Rick.“yeah close seven and a half ” Rick said. “are you willing to prove ya have hair down there?”“what are you boys asking me?” she leaned. Jordan was an okay guy when you got to know him. Seriously. Like many young black men, he felt that the world was hostile to him. Not just white men and white women but his fellow African-Americans as well. Such is the experience of the black male in America. Jordan was a smart guy from a fairly interesting background. His father, Luther Simmons, was a state trooper back in New York. His mother Beatrice Jamestown Simmons was a schoolteacher. From what Jordan told me, Beatrice was not exactly.