The black girl started to moan audibly as she tightened her vaginal muscles around my member and worked it like the professional that she was. It was ...all I could do to keep my mind on the Asian dish before me, her moans also becoming audible as I continued tracing my tongue around her engorged lips and clit. Another moment and I exploded into the black girl, her big black bush bobbing up and down as her large brown nipples danced before me. I pressed the Asian bush into my face as we all came. A hand not my own began to creep up my leg and I opened my eyes. A woman was sitting before me, her large, firm breasts floating on the surface of the water. Her warm, wet hands crept up my thigh towards my aroused vagina. Her eyes were beautiful, a dark, deep brown. Her wet hair was a black. Her lips were red from too many cocks and mouths serviced, plump and delicious-looking.“Would you like to play?” she asked me, her voice light and sultry. I nodded, unable to speak from the lust pumping in. As the president, I wastrying to set an example my fellow citizens, but now I realize that theexample I was trying to set was wrong. I believe that we have reached thepoint where we must open the doors of our bedrooms and take look beyondthem - ourselves as well.I now speak, rather than a president to her fellow citizens, as a woman toher fellow women. Since the dawning of civilization to the near past, menhave been considered as superior to women. In the past century, however,women have proven. "I don't know about you, but I need a break."Taking this is a cue for the end of the lapdance, Lynn, face flushed red with the tease and the drink, began to pull her dress together."Where do you think you are going?" Red demanded, as she pressed Lynn back onto the couch. With a sweet teasing smile she tossed me the box of tissues and added "Here, you are really going to need these."As the next song began Red leaned across Lynn's lap to take her right breast into her hands. "Mmmm" escaped from.