...White pussy . . . Come here little girls, let Daddy show you around."They finally managed to get inside the club door and the man at the door was b...ack as well and were very polite as he took them to an empty booth. They sat into the booth and ordered drinks as Danielle looked around the dark club."What kind of place did you bring us to?" Relax. It's all right. It's mostly, all black men that hang around this club." Macy! What's wrong with you? We better go." Hush . . . Before someone hears. However, I never wanted to be presumptuous enough to assume it was OK. To that end, I was always ready for our host to quietly tell us it was all right to eat.Indeed, the owner of the home, twice the size of ours, with a huge back yard, offered us access to the food. It being the middle of August, they eschewed the fanciness of pulled pork or roast beef on bread. They had good ole barbeque hot dogs, hamburgers, and chicken, with a large cardboard box of a variety of potato chips to choose. “Please, may I cum … who?” she asked.For a moment I was puzzled but then latched onto the hidden meaning.“Please, may I cum, Miss?”“Good girl,” and she let go of my wrist and let my hand drop onto my pussy.I was surprised but also terrified that she might change her mind. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and thrust my fingers back inside. I started to push in and out and my orgasm seemed to know that this was the time. It wasn’t just my pussy that came but every part of me seemed. To be honest, I don’t have many, guys or girls, so her friendship meant a lot to me and I had a lot of fun around her. It started innocently enough. It was just after Thanksgiving and Cathy and I were texting back and forth about this and that. She mentioned how moist her turkey had been. ‘One of the best I’ve ever cooked,’ she typed. ‘Moist is always better,’ I replied. ‘I can’t eat it if it’s not moist.’ We’d never even traded innuendo before, but she caught on to what I was saying. ‘How do.