Both were black African around twenty years old… tall around 6feet 4 and very muscular… they had eyes like coal and chiseled body. They were very ...hot to watch, very eye candies… yet their number and closeness during the numbers made them look gay….However I noticed they were looking at my silky smooth legs, from time to time. And I teased them by folding and unfolding my legs which were bared a lot cause of my short flowery Gucci dress….After the show I went to the hotel, where I sat at the bar. But you don't understand how things were. Jerry is the main reason I didn't want to fess up when you demanded to know how many women I had been with. Well, besides the pissing you off part. You see, when I met Jerry, I kinda became his wingman. So whenever he went out on the town or to one of those high-class parties, I would tag along. That's why instead of confessing to dating the three or four women I had met on my own, it was closer to twenty. And don't let that exaggerating S.O.B. tell you. He took her in his arms as she laid back, kissing her gently, and tenderly teasing her still hard nipples with fingers and thumb as she took his now soft yet still bloated cock in her hand. Talking softly as their bodies cooled, happy to be sharing themselves once more, they continued to arouse one another until his cock began to stiffen again. Easing herself from his arms she turned around, getting up on her knees to straddle his head as she leant forward to take his growing cock in her mouth.. I dont wear tomboy clothes she said adamantly, twisting her body, then said softy, I have lingerie! That image, of shear, maybe lacey, certainly skimpy, underclothes on that gawky frame piqued my interest. Tweaked my willy a little. I glanced over at Robbie whose eyes were half shut and aimed at the TV. I thought about seeing a little more of that lithe body. I wondered if she had tits yet. Maybe you should show me Gingers brown eyes grew wide and she ducked her head a bit to stare fixedly past.