It had a strange taste. “Swallow it Mrs. Johnson,” he said, "and I'll let go of your nose."I swallowed hard. My mouth felt dry but I didn't say ...nything except swallow again and again trying to get the powder down my throat and some spit in my mouth. I was still holding the outside door open. We must have been standing at the door for a good five minutes. All the nude black men had sat down on mats on the floor.I felt my head begin to feel woozy but not tired. Vincent said, “Yes you're. So I do and next thing I know she does the same in front of me and I'm presented with this glorious peachy arse right front of my face. Ok she says suck my clit drink my juice and don't forget my arse either, I bury my head into her slit drinking in her scent and juices licking from clit to arse and back again making sure I spend plenty of time with my tongue buried in both holes. Hubby has moved behind me watching his wife be oralised. He gets on all fours too and we form and strange sort of. I screamed again, and again andagain.Spots engulfed my vision as my strength left me."Almost...."I shrieked."... There!"My first orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave of pleasure. Acrescendo of sticky lust that sent me reeling, sweeping me away and - asI drank it in - filling me just as good and just as hard as that massiverod of virility buried to near-hilt in my snatch, stuffing me so goodright down to my core. My whole body shook and trembled around it, mylegs giving out, every nerve. "You know, Dad, I am probably going to be going to parties at school. I should learn how to drink." You aren't going to school to party, B.," I admonished. I knew that there would be parties, that there would be drinking — as well as drugs, and sex. I had gone to college myself. "I suppose that you will go to some, though. That doesn't mean you have to drink. It isn't a sin to be a teetotaler, you know." Yeah, but what kind of friends will that leave me? Bible bangers, nerds and overachievers?.