As the pace of the music increased so did the sexual activity, hands were now brushing against pubic bones and the thongs had long since fallen to the...floor. It was as the blond knelt and French kissed her friend’s pussy, that I felt you grab my left leg as if in shock, you then relaxed and rubbed my cock. Assuming you were just turned on by the show, I moved my hand, in the darkness, up your leg, towards your pussy and I was not surprised to find that your hand was already there, except that. She had a view of Steve’s left buttock tense with dark hairs trailing from the top of his legs disappearing between his buttocks.She looked to her left and her concentration was captured by the side on view of Steve in the wall mirror. His eyes were closed as he stood in front of the toilet. His right hand wrapped around his hard-on. Rachael gasped gently as Steve’s hand started to move slowly up his organ, his foreskin engulfing his swollen purple head. Then in a slow and gentle rhythm his. But then her gaze dropped slightly, and her grinbroadened. Tiffany looked down to see what she was looking at andrealised that her cock was still completely hard - and so too wasAlyssa's. Moreover, the sensation of needing to be touched andstimulated was returning. Soon it was as strong as it had been a minuteor two earlier.Tiffany started to cry in frustration. She simply couldn't help it. Shefelt Alyssa gather her in her arms and hold her tight, though twistingher body to avoid any contact. This was Mark's territory, no-one elses. But for the sake of her dignity (what dignity, she'd asked herself?) she'd agreed. Jenny was not racist, she had some very good black friends within university but she'd never consider dating a black guy. Certainly not fucking a black guy. Now, here she was not with one, but two big black guys who were fucking her pussy and mouth.They'd found the medicated lubricant again and were plying her pussy with bucket loads of the stuff, working it into her love.