”I scurried down the stairs to escape, deciding there was no point in protesting further.I locked the door behind me, but there was no escaping my s...tuation. I pulled open the top drawer and got started.The white lace panties felt delicate as I pulled them up. The solid black stockings came up to my thighs, gripping my shaved legs tightly. I went to the small closet and chose one of my three dresses; dark blue, long sleeved, with a conservatively cut front. The bottom of the dress fell just. By the time she was 18, the solid walls of Amata’s identity based on her family and nationality had crumbled. She knew she was not white, but it had always been difficult to fit in, a bit of caramel drowned beneath a sea of chocolate and vanilla in the sundae of middle-class Midwestern society. In elementary school, she got into playground fights which did not end as civilly as her initial introduction to Eric. In middle and high school, none of the cafeteria cliques really accepted her. She. ‘By the way, that’s where I met Terry. We were roommates. She’s been a great friend to me ever since I came here.’ That’s when she looked at me and in a softer voice said ‘A great friend that supports the good things I do in life. I’m the same for her. She’s a sister that I never really had.’ ‘Marie, how are your parents doing?’ She smiled at my question. ‘They both retired and are getting into each others hair.’ She started chuckling and I smiled. ‘In fact, they should be here in a couple of. There's a neatly trimmed dark triangle just above her lovely pussy, which is glistening and wet. She steps astride me and, in a smooth motion, lowers herself using her hand to guide me into her silky channel. "I know I said we couldn't fuck, but I need this!" Sue confesses as she begins to ride me. My thoughts swirl as Sue places two fingers to my lips to quieten any response I might have. She'd used these two fingers to guide me into her, and I smell her arousal, and her juices are upon them..