They knew that Val was getting close to the edge now, and then their turn would follow. And anyway, neither of them had ever seen anything as exciting... as what they were watching now."Shit, little girl, do it!" Val moaned, her hips now a blur atop Donna's saturated face. She yanked Donna's cunt lips about in every direction as hard as she could.Donna was pretty wet herself now, her pussy juices dribbling back down her thighs and over her tight round ass. She caught Val's clit in her teeth and. I was so charged up I could have made myself cum in a matter of seconds. I avoided my excited button, and moved my finger down to my silken wetness. My son wasn't paying any attention the picture on the computer any longer. Instead, he was watching my hand moving inside my sexy undies only a few inches from his face."Honey, would you like me to take my panties off?" Yes," he said and his voice cracked a little."Why?" So I, um, can see you." What do you want to see?"Should I just say it?" he. If I lost all my money, the women I’ve dated before you wouldn’t stick around. They’d be long gone.”“Oh, well, I’m not carrying your ass forever, Mac. My bank account won’t hold us for long. We’d eventually have to get jobs. We’re a pretty good team, though. I think we’d land on our feet.”“You can make anything sound or feel like an adventure,” Mac said. “I’m always going to be grateful for the day that you walked into my office as the last escort to interview.”“And I’m always going to be glad. Some ofthe men just wore nice shirts and slacks, but others made statements bywearing all-white pearl suits, or even more funky ensembles. It was justa matter of taste for each individual person. One thing struck me thoughwas how different "white culture" was to this. As a white guy, I wouldhave been stuck with just a shirt and slacks. As a black girl, I had acomplete range of freedom to change it up and look as slutty, sexy, orsophisticated as I wanted. In my mind I was already planning.