"Stan was starting to like the idea, even though he knew there was some sort of 'Master' plan afoot.Laura, however, said "have you forgotten that the ...reason we haven't had any private time is because we are the only two adults to supervise you kids?" Joyce will be with us if we need an adult representative for anything, besides that, do you really see us needing adult supervision?"Stan looked at him frowning and said, "You're not going to tell us what you kids are up to; are you?"Putting an arm. I turned to see Sharon sitting on a chaise lounge, wearing a black lace strapless teddy. I was so tired, there was no way for my body to respond — but it did. I felt a stirring in my groin. A stray thought flickered across my mind. Was this all a dream, or had I died and I was being purged of all my inappropriate memories to lay them out for judgment?Deciding that I was apparently speechless, Sharon simply held out her arms and I went to her. I sat down on the end of the lounge chair; she. My pussy almost ached with pleasure. Im fucking a Black man, I moaned. Look at me. Im fucking a Black man. Oh, yes! I love it! Goddamn, someone groaned. Look at that slut. She took him all. What a fucking whore. I want to get me a piece of her White cunt. Their words washed over me as I rose and fell on Officer Jims dick feel better. I moaned through clenched teeth. My pussy was so tight. It gripped to his cock as I slid up. The pleasure roared through my body. My hips swiveled as my cunt. We had many adventures, but most of them were like events I have already related.I think over the course of a year, we got together with Lynn, maybe another four times. They were always fun times, but much like the first time, so do not need repeating. There are only so many times and places where one can safely flash. That is why so much of Marcy's and my times together become repetitious. That is not to say that they are not fun, and exciting, but the stories begin to sound too much alike.I.