Torrie hoped that Rachel would be able to handle knowing what she suddenly knew. They were an interesting pair, Torrie was a California surfer girl wi...h pink hair, while Rachel was a black girl with big breasts and an attitude to match. They had lived down the street from each other for many years before Torrie’s parents had found a better place, and the two of them had been going to the same schools since they were kids. ‘You . . . like this sort of stuff?’ Rachel asked. ‘More than. Gently she sucked on it making a very satisfying sound as John rubbed her pussy harder, Mandy rubbed his cock and massaged his balls making John breath a bit faster, he could tell her fingers didn’t wrap around the shaft completely, as he could see her head start to bob up and down slowly and her tongue lick his cock head, Mandy was getting really wet as he massaged her clit that was now swollen, she moaned a bit louder as he rubbed her clit fast, she shook slightly as a orgasm flowed through. The jerk looked at the new twenties checking for verification they were not bogus. She knew lots of clerks did it for larger bills but twenties seemed a bit of overkill.The man yelled back to a shadowy form of a female squatting on the floor behind one of those beaded doorway hanging curtains watching a tiny TV sitting on a stool. It reminded Amy of those lost years when she had no life and no hope ever being free again. She understood his dialect fully because she had absorbed the language out. Arriving home I asked Tony in for a coffee, and was mildly surprised when he accepted the invitation.In the kitchen I busied myself making the coffee- it was one of those occasions when nothing seemed to be in it's proper place, necessitating much opening of cupboards and bending over on my part. I noticed that Tony seemed to be rather enjoying the view this offered him, so being a little bit tipsy I began to exaggerate some of my movements somewhat. The coffee being made I suggested we go.