Then his hand reached down, searching for the opening of my wrap-round skirt. He found it, pushing it to one side his hand went in search of my pantie.... Then I felt them being pulled, sliding over my cheeks, slipping down my thighs, then simply dropping onto the floor. By then his hand had lost interest in my panties, his fingers were searching for my pussy. Finding the lips, already wet, I was dripping, he pushed a couple of fingers hard into me, rubbing my clit as they passed. I felt my legs. Tonight should be no different - a Student Special curry and a pint of lager at six, home and naked in bed by seven, and a lust-filled evening of intertwined bodies until we fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, only to wake later in the night eager for more.Julie often blamed Vee being over-sexed for us all being a bit sore the morning after, but I had noticed that she wasn't backwards in coming forwards when I was ready to go again. I had my suspicions that it was my shy and retiring girlfriend. " James said as he looked over her and started to feel her big milky breasts, squeezing a little bit of milk out. I hadn't seen her breasts in year, but they were beautiful. Especially with this white man groping them. As he continued pulling the dress down behind her, I noticed her stroking his cock in his pants. Biting her lips I knew what she wanted. He finally finished pulling down the dress exposing her full pale naked, curvy body. She turned around as he slid his hand up and down her ass. I loved how she used her own guilt to help program herself to enjoy being debased and training her own mouth to enjoy cleaning ass scum off my cock. I felt like a king and that made me want to use my whore harder. This continued for the 2 years in Colorado it took to get a B.A. in communications before we moved to the valley. When we first got to California in the 90's Carol started stripping at a valley club and easily fit in with the sluts working there. She whored herself to the customers.