? Then theblack kid threw up, as we knew he would.?Joe held him while he heaved.? Hewas smiling.? I told my guys to back offfor a minute.? We let the ...oy recoverbriefly. ?Now eat the vomit, nigga boy.?? Just saying this gave me the surge I wanted,my two guys were there to serve my cock.?Still a long way from cumming.? So much more on the menu.? And then Joe did something so gloriouslyfucking disgusting, so unbelievably nasty that the guys and me were dumbstruckwith admiration.? He held the boy. Also, the skirt bouncedaround the top of my stockings as I served her or brought her food tothe table, constantly emphasizing my under things. I think she relishedmy embarrassment and it was quite usual for her to call me when she hadbeen out shopping in the morning to tell me what she wanted for lunchand to be sure to change into my serving set. So I really didn't think anything was unusual when she called lastFriday while she was out shopping and told me to prepare a chicken saladfor lunch. We chatted about every night for two weeks and decided to meet one afternoon. Her requirement was that she wanted to meet me prior to doing this so we arranged to meet at a convenience store parking lot while on our way to work.I arrived at the lot a little before she did and waited. She pulled up in her small SUV and I approached her window. She rolled the window down and opened the door and unbuttoned her blouse and took her left tit out and said "pinch it and pinch it hard." Of course I did. And, I shot my load thinking about two young pussies.Chapter Nine: The Sleep OverOlivia went over to Julie’s house the week before the planned sleep over. She was so excited. “Julie, how would you like to have a sleep over next weekend. My mom is going to be out of town and my uncle will be the chaperone.”Julie was not very enthusiastic. “Why don’t we wait until your mom is back. Your uncle is nice but he just does not seem to be that much fun.”“Oh, he is a lot of fun. And, I wanted to.