"Yes. You just dance, but you don't have to strip. The wind will do that for you." Just a moment." She called back. "Wait until I finish the coffees."...A minute later she came in with the two mugs. She put one down for me, then sat in the other chair with her mug clasped between her hands."OK. Tell me."I told her about seeing the clip from 'Singing in the Rain'. Len had seen the film, but in Paris, dubbed into French, so, as she said she was so busy reading the English subtitles, she didn't. But how could she have known that he had a gun and came to the church to shoot me? Or that she could have possibly have been a willing accomplice? I just can't believe she was knowingly involved." Oh, shit," I suddenly said. "What time is it?" I looked around for the clock. It was 10. "Time for news." What do you want to watch the news for?" Sharon asked as the TV sputtered to life. I switched channels until I got to a station with the local news."I haven't told you everything yet. Lauren. Laura was voracious. Camille's lovely breasts inspired in her the same kind of lust that Karen's did, and she squeezed them in her hands while assaulting the beautiful big nipples with her mouth. Camille responded wildly, writhing and panting and whimpering as she watched Laura devouring her breasts.She tossed her head and churned her hips desperately. Laura knew she was very close to coming. Still sucking her wet, erect nipples hungrily, she dropped one hand to Camille's crotch. It was. Then I felt something warm and wet engulf my dick. I looked down and Mrs. Henderson was kneeling in front of me and sucking on my cock. Her mouth was warm and wet and I could see my black cock sliding in and out between her pink lips.After a while she pulled my cock out of her mouth and asked, "Do you like that, Do you like having a white lady suck your big black dick?" Oh yes Mrs. Henderson, that feels really good, I never thought it would feel this good."She then licked the shaft of my cock.