As usual, dinner was fantastic. Joyce and Kara had made a simple meat sauce, penne pasta, squash, and a tossed salad. Joyce also had brought a bottle ...f wine. Despite the simple nature of the food, it was awesome. When we finished, I served the strawberry ice cream that I’d picked up at UDF.I helped Kara clean up while Joyce made coffee. The girls sat on the couch and I sat in the easy chair. Joyce told us about her classes at UC and said she was hoping to teach in the Loveland school district. Not long before this story ends they had towear really skimpy french maid outfits. The kind where any bending overto serve food or clear a table would reveal a band of white skin abovethe net stockings and further up frilly white french knickers with blacklace trim.Under the blouse we each wore a bra, which is another story. At firsteverybody was flat chested. The bras we wore were just thin cottontriangles. I?ve seen them on little girls in the kids section of fashionmagazines. After about. All I could think of suddenly was climbing up and banging her. God, calm down, I told myself and tried to control my nineteen-year-old raging hormones. I cleared my throat. Alice turned and stepped down the steps, not realizing what Id just seen. Its the one to the left there just out of my reach, she said calmly. I nodded and mounted the ladder, poking my upper body through the dark hole in the ceiling. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but then I saw the box she mentioned and grabbed it. Pull your knickers down .... My hands quickly push them down to my thighs ... I'm gonna stretch your tight little white cunt with my big black cock he murmurs...Victoria flexes her butt pushing back as she feels the head spread her pussy lips then rapidly fill her wet cunt , she is turned on she wants this... Fuck that ... She needs to be fucked by this big black man with the big fuck stick .. he withdraws , thrusts in and out, until his balls slap against her ass , harder and harder. Victoria.