She also chose a light lip gloss.Jenny and Vicky were dressed as chauffeurs; little black hats and all. Ching Lee and Marcy were dressed as French mai...s. They wanted pictures. We posed side by side, back to back, face to face, my hands on her waist, her hands on mine. They even wanted one with our arms around each other, kissing. I wondered if there would be a hidden video camera in the bed room. I would have to look closely for that when we got back.Jenny parked in the parking lot and waited. .”“How much did you get?” Pam asked, getting a mild slap from Polly.“Enough!” was all our mother said.“Enough ... to do what?” I asked, getting a love tap from Anne.“To buy a house anywhere I want, which he would purchase for me using his connections, if I asked him to.”“Wow, talk about a no-fault divorce,” Anne said.For that remarkable remark, I gave her a nice kiss.“Have you given any thought to where you want to move to?” Pam asked her mom, going over to hug her really tight.“Another reason. Catrina sure got her share. The party was just getting to get into the swing of things.Josh noticed that there seemed to be more black men at the festivities tonight than he remembered seeing the past few nights. The Negroes would bump up against and grab the tits of the white women who were flashing for beads. Josh saw one of the black men fondle his wife's bare breasts. He went to stop him when he got pushed to the ground. The throng of people were moving along with the parade. Josh got. I picked up my skirt, bending over deliberately, ensuring Alex got a good view of my tight buns and smooth shaved slit. Smiling I pulled the tight tiny mini skirt over my thighs and snugly into place, covering my pussy and ass across my hips, almost like a second skin.The straps of my garters were visible protrusions with my stocking tops just covered by the minuscule skirt. Zipping the skirt up, I smoothed the material down over my firm ass and turned to admire my reflection.“When we meet up.