Fahima’s pussy quivered in both excitement and fear for what was about to come. Once they were in his room Donte sat on the edge of his bed, which a...lowed Fahima to get a good look at his perfectly sculpted ebony body. The surge of lust that rose with in her as she took in the sight of his nude body and huge cock made her shake physically. “Strip, take EVERYTHING off!” He ordered breaking Fahima out of her lustful trance. She knew exactly what he meant by everything. It had caused her to pause,. They let him go. The next day at university, unsurprisingly, there was no mention of contacting lecturers about a security project. Reg had retreated from his enthusiasm, slightly put off by the result of his misplaced keenness to pursue an idea. He was still moping in class during the afternoon, and his lecturer noticed, commenting, “I see that Mr Robertson must be worn out by his wives, for he is not really with us today!” Reg jerked into action, “Sorry, sir. No, sir, I am not worn out, just. It both relaxed her and made her excited as she pictured her friend on her knees under a table eating pussy. Jane could tell the story had its desired effect as Fran began to squirm in the passenger seat, now wet from her flowing pussy. * Part 2 Serving at the Party Jane and Fran arrived at the party location, a big house in an older suburb. They left the SUV, rang the doorbell and were greeted with a hug by an older lady. They were ushered into the house and into a large dinning room. The room. After we had eaten and relaxed with our conversation, it was time to continue to have fun. I started kissing Deb on her neck and mouth and slowly worked my way down to each breast. Taking my time to make sure I gave each breast equal amount of attention. Deb was starting to really get excited, and I could tell by the way she began unbuttoning the rest of her skirt. It wasn't long before there was only one button holding the skirt together and that one was the top one. I laid Deb down on the top.