They were both absolutely hairless below the eyebrows, and surprisingly cut. Instead of normal men's pants, he had on what looked to me like dark blue...stockings. The shirt fell long enough to cover his crotch, but the bulge was too prominent to be hidden by something so thin.All of the boys had that 'problem' now. Yann's underwear choice had infected the whole group and if they were wearing anything under at all, it was something that made them all look like a python stuffed into a coin. As Angie left to get changed herself Karen introduced Sally to two new people who had also just arrived. They were both of African extraction and called Dolly and Michael. Sally couldn't stop looking at Michael as she'd watched videos on-line with black men and their sexual reputations and she was soon to find out that they were all true.Dolly is a very dark brown skinned girl whose family are from Malawi in Africa although she was born in England. She's 5ft 1in slim with curly black shiny hair. And all the while smiling over her wine glass in one hand, while the other absentmindedly caressed her legs with the other. It was definitely have an effect on me. My mind was switching over from nerves to hormones."I guess when I was a kid, I had a teacher who always wore miniskirts and hose. And she had a habit of bending over. So I got a lot of up skirt shots at an early age. And they just kind of intrigued me. So soft, simple, tight fitting. The feeling they had was hard to describe. I had. I could not help myself but grope her ass. I loved her ass, it was round and soft. She giggled and kissed me deeply. “You know Sean, I love my ass played with. Want to play?” “But my parents are downstairs.” She just giggled, pulled her top off and climbed off me. She smiled at me slyly as she pulled my boxers down, releasing my already growing cock. She smiled at me as her mouth wrapped around my cock. She licked up and down my shaft stroking it gently and slowly till I was fully hard. Melissa.