“Want a taste slut”?, Tammi offered taking the giant black tool out her her ruby lipped mouth with a “BLORCH” and pointing it towards Trixie."...o I---we are heading to the birthday table to check on Ariel”, Trixie replied gripping Monobo’s strong black arm tightly to her little white body his big black knuckle nuzzling the small white whores rock hard clitoris making her squirm.“Suit yourself slut”, the chubby redhead replied as she turned black to the stiff black cock she was currently. But I expected you to wear your other outfit since we are going to the Smith's.”He was alluding to a very classy two-piece black outfit that consisted of dress slacks with a matching low cut button up top that showed to a maximum her deep cleavage and luscious mounds.“I’m not planning on meeting anyone, so unless you are going to surprise me again, I decided to wear this for you.”She, in turn, was alluding to other times when they went to the Smith's and she wore her black outfit. Once, they. Although I may die from his pounding, it would be well worth it. He whispers in my ear, “Nikki, I’m cuming!” Then he clamps down on my neck. I let out a strangled cry from deep within as I release with him. He stills with me pinned against the wall. I can feel his cock pulsing inside of me, shooting his precious man-juice all over my pussy walls, into my cervix. Who knows, maybe we’ll conceive tonight. I hang onto him, my beautiful gift from God. My hands never leave around his neck. My legs. Her husband Dave was dressed like a wizard but he seemed a little uncomfortable with how his wife was dressed. I loved it and so did all the other dudes!The night wore on and everybody was getting drunk, except Kristine of course. I ended up in the Kitchen with Kristine and we were talking about how everything was going and how much fun everybody was having. I asked her how she liked her costume. She said she was surprisingly very comfortable and felt sexy being a dead zombie or whatever.