I loved it,but I also knew it was a moment that had to end."Umm, do girls usually share the same changing stall?" I asked finally."No," Beth laughed. ...I'll go wait by the check-out before we get mistakenfor a lesbian couple."She left and I changed back into what I had been wearing before. I didend up buying the skirt - and the lady at the counter told me I had greattaste and gave me an approving smile. Beth was standing by the exit, asshe hadn't found anything."Hey, want to go get some ice. At the party, I found Mandy had also been invited. I got a closer look at this sensual black woman; she was really hot…Mandy was wearing a tight green dress that showed her magnificent curvaceous figure and her legs looked even more beautiful, standing on a couple of sexy black stilettos. The real deal in terms of a sexy black lady.I felt captivated by this mature Mandy. I had never been with a black lady before. Either way, I was enjoying being in her company and enjoying our rather. I gave her just enough time for the initial sting to fade before doing it again. Another spattering of dark spots decorated the sheets. Two spanks were enough to make my palm slippery with her wetness.She dutifully licked my palm clean when I held it in front of her face.For good measure, I gave each of her firm breasts a sharp smack before rising over my knees. I manipulated her legs with rough jerks, until I was looming over her with her knees pushed back toward her chest. Her pussy was. She licked it and said, “Yummy”, and gave it a little peck whilst uttering a fond “good-bye”!My little sister followed her friend’s example. She swallowed deep, right hand tightly squeezed around the shaft. It moved in unison with her mouth. Up and down, to and fro, whilst the other was gently massaging the hardness of my tightly packed balls. She was improving with each stroke, I thought.I was overcome and blown away by the actions of these two little nymphs. The hype was unbelievable. Never.