I started to rub her lower back and she whispered “lower son” Damn she said it again I rubbed lower until I was rubbing the top of her crack aga...n she whispered “lower” I was now massaging her ass again and I took of her towel so I could admire her beauty. She opened her legs wider and I started to massage her inner thighs and started rubbing her pussy again. This time she really got into it and let me know “hhmmm son deeper honey” I couldn’t stand it anymore I bent over and licked the. She simply did. Joanna was not what I expected. This gorgeous black lady was friendly, warm and very easygoing. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that she was of Haitian descent, just like me. Her parents, Luther and Jezabel Gustamar moved to the U.S. in the early 1980s and she was born in Atlanta, Georgia. Her daddy’s a professor of civil engineering at Georgia Tech and her mother is a state policewoman. This gal was a Southern belle through and true. We got along wonderfully as friends and. John was still fingering my pussy and licking my nipples as I tongue washed the beads of pre-cum of David's cock. I could see the hungry look in John's eyes as he watched me sliding my lips up and down David's shaft and took pity on him, pulling my lips of David's thick shaft and taking John's much smaller cock into my mouth. David was sucking my nipples and fingering my pussy. It was than I felt the bed move and the sensation on my pussy lips changed. David's tongue was washing over my nipples. I should get going.Sensing my anxiety, she dropped my hands. "You should get going." No. I still have plenty of time." I didn't want to leave her like this. I shouldn't.She saw right through my lie. Smiling sadly, she stroked my cheek. "You could never lie to me very well. Go. Don't make her wait there." But... " Just promise me one thing, ok?" I nodded. "Remember the first night we met? You walked me home that night, even though it meant a near hour walk back to the dorms. I thought that was.