I made my way to the bar to get drinks for Rochelle and myself and found her at a small table, frantically texting.“She’ll be here in a minute.”...Rochelle replied, finally looking up from her phone. I drank from my glass and Rochelle quickly swallowed the entire contents of hers.“Need encouragement?” I asked. She nodded.We stared at each other for a bit and then I looked around the room at the crowd. Suddenly Rochelle stood up and took a few steps through the crowd. I looked up to see Vanessa. She couldn’t help thinking about what Abby had asked her in the coffee shop regarding girls. Talking about guys and sex was just the usual banter. She didn’t know if Abby was just being random or if she was seriously asking about her sexuality.Emily glanced at Abby, who was sitting attentively with her head to one side, listening. Emily couldn’t ignore the fact that she was very pretty. She had almost waist length red hair, even longer than her own. Her sparkling green eyes were beautiful and. Ah lahk seein those stripeson yo back!" "Kiss, mmmm, yes sir!" An hour later, he was working through the circle, passing each ofhis kids, except Emily, who was once again sitting on that fat black man'slap, her small hand fondling his cock knob, and in between kisses, she put a finger on the slit, catching a droplet of precum and putting it upto her lips and licking it. He was going to just walk on by when the man smiled. "Hey boy! Cmere!" "Yes sir!" "Ah gots an idee. Kneel down. “Nothing to say?” She moved into the center of the room, and dropped her skirt. With her back to him, she lusciously bent over and unfastened her Jimmy Choos. Leaving her thigh highs and black g-string on, she turned back to him, all creamy skin and pale, pink nipples. “I do hope he likes me.”Grant groaned, shifted his feet and then erupted, “Alright game’s over. Undo these Goddamned things. Enough.”“Sweetie, you know the Scrabble rules. Winner gets to do anything they want…”His eyes were.