"Damn it!" I thought. "Why can't they keep it down." Stevenwas angry, too. He may have been more angry that we are here alone, butthe noisy party w...sn't helping. "Do you think that the girls are at thatparty?" he asked. Unsure, I peeked out of the window blinds. There werea few cars parked along the dimly lit street. One of them looked likeCandace's car. "You won't believe this," I fumed. "Candace's car isparked in front of the house." Steven darted to the window. There,across the. Could what they say about black men’s cocks be true?The combination of alcohol and his foot massage, my pussy began to drip! I started getting wetter and wetter. One of my legs slowly began to drop back down on the floor giving Henry a wide open view of my dripping pussy. As I laid back on the couch, Henry’ big black hands began to caress my right calve and slowly began working up towards my knee. I was thinking "Oh god! What am I going to do!" and I was getting hotter by the minute. I. She began to ache for his touch. Willing Clay Corby to part her legs under the table/ run his fingers up between her thighs to the damp crotch of her panties. She did not care about all those other people in the room. If necessary she would grit her teeth together/ hold the palm of her hand tight against her lips to suppress the noise. All she wanted was that final release. But as she sat there – wondering how she could possibly communicate this need to Clay – he got to his feet/ shook her. He gave me smock on my lips and caressed my shoulder and my breasts. We said good morning to each other. He touched my ass and caressed there. I touched his face and kissed his lips. We were kissing hard again. Oh I want to be sucked. He nibbled my ears, licked my neck sprawling down to my pussy. My pussy is a little bit sore but it still loved Alan tongue and lips. He played my clit with fingers and tongue. He sucked me so good. I scratched his hair. I held his hair and guided him to suck.