He offers to let me drive his Benz to sweeten up just so I can make sure I take Carol home…In the car the conversation remained flirty..I told Carol... what nice legs she had and if she was ever a dancer herself…she said no….she does yoga and walk a lot….I would have never guessed either of those but I got things back around why she never tried meeting another black guy…she said she didn’t know any but was always curious especially since meeting Ann…Ann has told her how Billy has the biggest cock. She didn’t have any panties on and her swollen pussy lips glistened with her juices. Swinging her legs off the lounge she got up and started for the back door. “Come on lets fix something simple and I really need to talk to you about Dave and me. Ok, honey?” We never did get to eat dinner that night. We were in the process of cooking spaghetti when Amber started shaking and tears started streaming down her cheeks. Turning off the burners, I led her. She told me that she enjoyed the things she did with some of the girls. Would it be different because we were best friends?My best friend’s hand, which was still gripping my hip, slid around and eased across my stomach just above my little patch of pubic hair. I felt like I was on fire everywhere her fingers lightly touched my skin. The closer her fingers came to my pussy the hotter the fire.Her fingertips moved lightly through my sparse pubic hair and I cried out, nearly losing it when I felt. All together it was Australia ... the second most corrupt country in the world. Or so I have been informed.At least the court costs amounted to chickenfeed ... just a hundred grand.I parked the car in the garage, “Honey, I’m home.”Alice said, “I’m not your honey ... we need to go to the university.”“What?”“Not what ... why?”“Why?”“I need a ‘responsible adult.” “You’re it.”“Won’t...?”“He’s not here,”“How about...?”“Nope ... you KNOW she’s not responsible.” “Come on ... they’re waiting.”I backed.