Christine caught her breath as Brian crawled back up her body, poking her pussy with his cock once again. She reached down and pulled his ass down, le...tting her impatience get the better of her. She felt him poking, trying to get it into the hole, and then he slid into her. She had a talent of her own-she squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles so tight that he let out a "yelp" of pleasure. She continued milking his cock with her pussy and it didn't take long for him to explode into her,. I knocked it over making her top and pants wet. She looked at me angrily and I apologized to her. She sent me out of the room. I sat on her couch and started smelling n licking her dirty panties. She yelled from inside that she was shy to come out and I convinced her saying that we were friends and she doesn’t have to be shy. I then put her panties in my pocket and turned towards her door, she opened it and came out. She was wearing a black undershirt which is similar to our no sleeve banyans. The extra time was always explained as Bill talking to me for a few minutes after he brought Janice home. This scheme that Janice and I had put together worked very well. Not only was Bill able to fuck Janice on a regular basis, Janice also enjoyed that she was being fucked by Bill. I would get very excited knowing that Janice was being fucked and I especially enjoyed fucking Janice after Bill had fucked her. Janices pussy had a different, but special feel to it when I fucked her right after. My sister, the princess, the mulatto and I headed uptown occasionally. I still got grief about my copping drugs, and the Negroes were cool about us getting off the stuff even if they hadn't. Neither father nor son did anything heavy, only taking a hit off a reefer if passed to them. The two jammed with three others, the son playing a steady beat with hardly any flourishes but propelled the music. His drumming swung. When he spotted the mulatto, he couldn't stop looking. She looked back. He sat.