“All done, Mr. Steven.” “Steven.” “All done, Steven.” “Pardon me Mr. Steven, do you want me to wash the towel?" I looked down at the tow...l wrapped around my lower torso. I started to remove the towel and Maria immediately remarked in broken English- “No, no, no, I wait on that towel.” Maria gathered up all the other towels and headed for the laundry. I watched from a distance as she stuffed the load into the washer. She was so short, she had to use a small stool we had purchased for her, to. She rubbed it over her skin and made her breast slippery with it. The feel of it, the smell of it, the feel of the third shot of cum splashing on her pussy was too much. Throwing her head back and pressing it against the edge of the boat she screamed out and began to cum. She felt her cum dripping and spurting out of her pussy. Her hand was frozen there for a second, fingers shoved deep into her pussy, her twitching and jerking as she came enough movement to keep her coming. She screamed. I rotated in my spot, turned back towards the table to where Pippa should be so that I might mouth “It’s Jimmy”, might gain some indication as to what I should do, what I should or shouldn’t say, but I never completed my turn, never caught Pippa’s gaze, never mouthed words and gesticulated with lips, eyes and hands because Pippa wasn’t there … she’s here, pressing into me. I’m trapped in the right angled corner of the worktop, Pippa’s hand pressing firmly at the juncture atop my thighs, her. On one trip, we went to Las Vegas with a few our gal pals for a girls-only trip where we shopped, club hopped, dined, and checked out a couple of male strip shows. That was a blast and I couldn't wait for the next trip.Other than the obvious difference of me being black and her being white, we also have different preferences when it comes to men. Stephanie likes the black men and I preferred white men. Her liking and banging black men doesn't bother me not one bit. One day, I invited her over.