" Sammy, don't start with me. I don't want to hear about it." Okay, I won't, but don't call me in a half an hour, wanting to know all about it because...I need to talk to Kelley, and I have studying to do," I said, already wondering what I was going to say to Kelley about Gladys being in the apartment."Call me next Sunday. I'll want to hear everything by then," Marcie said as we ended the call.I went into the living room, and found it had been put back in order. Victor and Gladys had left. My car. I smiled lazily up at Paige, invitingly spreading my thighs open for her, and with an infectious grin she took up a position over me like someone about to do press-ups – although they don’t usually wear a long, bright red, ribbed strap-on dildo for that (I say ‘usually’, as in our cheerleader squad we often did!). Paige positioned the knob of the dildo at the centre of my pussy cleft, and then smoothly bent her elbows, lowering herself both onto and into me. I gave a deep contented sigh,. As I was rubbing her pussy already I wanna touch them inside. She was moaning and enjoying.I slowly touched her belly awww so soft and hot. I felt my dick was hard so I decided to touch her pussy I put my hand inside and I was touching her wet pussy with little hair. She took my hands out all sudden and she gave a smile. She took my hand and kept in her belly again and slowly touch her boobs with my hands.We both are in very good mood & I was pressing her boobs really hard. She was moaning. My middle finger on my right hand started to flick across the clit I knew so well. A shudder went through me as my hand worked, slowly at first, than faster, until my finger slipped lower, leaving the ball of my hand to rub the clitoris. My finger had slipped inside me, pushing higher, trying to reach that place that hubby always touched. As I continued to lay, my hand masturbating my cleanly shaved cunt, I lost myself in reflection. My mind was a montage of mental images, of black man fucking.