Even Sharon Long, Joan’s mother, had dressed up in a cute pinafore and peasant blouse that reminded me of Maria in The Sound of Music.The adults cha...tted for a few minutes as the rest of us went downstairs to Joan’s family room where she had music playing and food set out for us. I sort of felt like I was cheating on my costume when I saw the girls.Desi had a pink outfit on with a full skirt that stopped just above her knees. She showed plenty of cleavage but wore a matching pink bolero jacket. This time it was what he did while he was in there.I felt him curl his fingers and touch my prostate. It felt amazing, but then he started circling his fingers inside my ass and I couldn’t really tell anymore if he was actually touching my prostate or not. But something inside me started to feel really incredible. When he was fucking me earlier with his solid, thick cock I would feel him slide past my prostate repeatedly. But this was different, very different. I guess having the flexibility. "Obedient fuckin white whore man" I heard him tell Jerry who just laughed then said, Fuck yeah" "She's a first class fuckin' white whore slave" he added and I knew he was boasting of me and I felt a tingle of pride go through me. By now Jaz had sucked off her man and she was being led over to the bed by her hair. "Get in behind that white whore" she was ordered and I felt her move in behind me. "Suck her fuckin' cunt bitch" she was ordered to do and before I knew it, her hands were on my ass. After a deep, noisy breath, she pleaded, “I need it. I need it so bad, Rick.” The tightness of her pussy around his finger and the scent of her arousal that had tickled his nose as he pulled off his pajama top had inflamed his need as well. His mouth was watering, and his cock throbbing. The former won out for the time being, and he kissed his way down her body. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she breathed with each touch of his lips, and then whimpered when he kissed the little triangle on her mound. Her.