The touch completed her building orgasm and she began to hump her squirting pubic mound down hard on Sandra's finger.Then there was silence that sound...ed like a thousand wings beating in Rhonda's breasts. Sandra clad only in her thong and high heels rested at Rhonda's feet waiting for further instructions. The silk sheets were spotted with the well-shaped woman's female juices and saliva that had oozed onto the pillow.Sandra sat back on her haunches licking the tips of her fingers still flavored. I mean, if you're going to suck a cock, what difference does it make what color it is? The advantage was that most of my friends were not black. I parked at a Wal-Mart and walked four blocks toward his apartment. The teenagers who saw me probably pegged me as a drug customer. On the other hand, maybe they knew the truth. "Here's another white guy going to have perverted sex." No telling how many guests this guy had invited to his apartment. He was wearing a towel. The freshly-showered part I. I knew he would be gone in a couple of weeks and we probably would not see him again for a long time if ever. I went back to the night club and had a couple of drinks. About an hour later I decided to go back to the car and look for Mario and my wife. I found them still in the back seat. The car windows were still fogged and they were both totally naked. Her dress and his shirt were in the front seat and his pants and her panties were still on the floor. They were both bare foot. I kneeled on. She'd smelled it on him immediately and flipped out. Smell sometimes triggered odd memories for Winston."Err... happy to see me then?" he said, a little confused. What had come over her?"Very happy! This is day number one of the best summer ever," she said into his chest.She was in good spirits. He credited it to their parents' absence and the fact that her boob surgery was only two days away.She helped him carry his stuff inside and even up to his room."You unpack. I need to shoot mom and dad.