I had to move and did not know anybody, feeling alone. The only company I had was my computer and the internet, if you know, what I mean. This was not...helping me break the monotony but at least I was busy and making some money too on my teaching job.This particular day, I was assigned the senior class. I was supposed to show them a video on the social issues, they were supposed to take notes, with a paragraph or so for their understanding of the issues, in their own words, being discussed.. I contacted my friend, explained the situation and it didn’t take much encouragement by me to get him and my pals to come round, to the ‘going away party.’ There were no other females at this party at all….As the drinks flowed (not too many) and the conversation became smutty, so they adventures began. A game was suggested (not that this wasn’t in any way pre-planned, ahem) it was a little like ‘Twister’ but with bungee ropes (the kind you use to secure a bike to a car carrier).We all joined. He eagerly moved over and gladly sucked my tits for a few minutes, and when he sat back down, we all saw the wetness from his mouth on my black skin. Things really took an interesting turn when I lost the next hand, and Mitchell dared me to suck Marci’s breasts.She looked frightened as I moved over and took one and then the other of her soft, full tits into my mouth, and since she was still breast feeding their youngest child, I even sucked a little milk from one of them. I sat back down, and. More importantly her mother had asked her to invite me over for dinner that evening. Was 7 o’clock okay? It sure was but I knew I’d have to hustle. Drinks finished Natalie agreed to unpack my books into the bookcase in the spare bedroom. I looked for my cartons of wine and put a bottle of white in the fridge. The unpacking continued. My helper worked hard too and emptied the cartons and filled the bookcase, though she had a few ribald comments to offer on my collection of nudist magazines.