Since all of our ships were staffed to the official manning levels before we left, just about all of them were grossly overmanned by any reasonable me...sure, and that meant that when we got where we were going we would have some 'extra' people available to do other things.LaRhonda was my 'token black'. I was a white boy raised on the outskirts of a white neighborhood in a mostly white suburb of a large city in the old south. The nearest black families when I was a kid were in several. She sucked lightly on his member, bobbing rhythmically to his breath. Then, in one slight motion, she was exploring his ballsac with her tongue, paying special care to that piece of skin between his balls and anus. Suddenly… Honey! What are you doing? Relax. Youll like this, she assured him. She ran her smooth tongue over his sensitive anal hole. It puckered in retaliation. I dont know about- but his voice trailed off into oblivion from the pleasure he was experiencing. Her young, small tongue. We both sink to our knees in front of him and start kissing each other around his cock. He gasps and we're rewarded with more pre-cum. We lick and suckle, taking turns sucking him into our mouths. His breath becomes ragged and he stops us. He looks at us in turn, smiling down at us before his eyes focus on me, changing in demeanour. He grabs my hair and pulls me to my feet, kissing me hard. "I've dreamed about sinking in to your tight wet pussy for weeks," he says before turning me around,. I put my hair up in a chignon. Diamond earrings. If I had glasses I would have worn them, but I didn't. I slipped on a pair of navy flats. Too boring. I borrowed shoes from the back of my mom's closet. A very tall-heeled pair of bright red pumps. I'd never seen her wear them, and I doubt I ever would. I surveyed my outfit. Yup. This was the look I was going for. Catch me if you can.High school was over. College was on the horizon. The summer night was sultry and heavy and ripe with potential.