It felt like hours passed before a click came from the doors behind her. All of a sudden Sephora felt a shock of fear, what if it's a cleaning maid, o... room service? She never thought of the possibility that anyone other than her master would see her like this! A slight whimper escapes her between her panting. But a sudden realization hit her like a slap in the face - her pussy is dripping wet! In fact, she can feel her love juice running down the inside of her left thigh. Foot steps coming. At the dance Amanda and Tyrone were not the only mixed couple on the dance floor. Strangely, the only individuals who even noticed were a couple of recessive gene rednecks scowling in the corner and several ethnically influenced females pissed off at losing yet another "brother" to the other side. The sheer size of Tyrone precluded any thought of mentioning the audaciousness of his playing in the white pussy playground.Amanda was happy. This was about the happiest night of her life. She clung. ”I didn’t give him time to respond to that, as I kissed him, and it wasn’t the kiss of a mother, and son. It was the kiss of lovers. I slid my tongue from my mouth and darted into his, slowly rolling mine against his in a tantalizing dance. God his mouth tasted so good, and in that kiss alone was enough to have me let out a soft whimper of a moan as my clit began to throb. My nipples became even harder then they already were, if that was even possibly. In that one soft smooth sweet tongue. She starts to rub her clit harder, imagining what John’s tongue would feel like. She runs her hand down the inside of her panties until she reaches her soaking wet hole. Inserting two fingers, she releases a quiet moan, wishing it was John’s hard dick inside of her. "Ahem, sorry to interrupt.” Melissa’s eyes fly open to see John standing above her, watching very intently. She is so turned on from fantasizing about what John would feel like and taste like that she seizes her opportunity. She.