When I looked again, I was gazing on a thick, luscious triangle of dark, almost black, hair. Her pussy lips were swollen and moist. "Lick my slit youn...g man," she ordered. Obediently I lowered my head and inhaled her strong aroma. I parted her lips and slipped my tongue into her, running it along the length of her slit. She gasped as I did so and I repeated it again and again, each time hearing a gasp. I pushed deeper into her, probing for her clit, and finding it erect and sensitive to my. I always kept my ringer turned off because only about one in twenty calls were ever for me."Hello?" Barry?" It was a girl's voice. I didn't recognize it right away, and then it hit me, it was Carla's voice. She was calling me. I thought that this was an excellent sign."Yes, this is Barry, who's this?"I wanted to prolong and savor the moment."It's Carla. Are you alone?" Yep, it's just me. What can I do for you Carla?" I thought about what you said today in the cafeteria. I don't see why we have. DeRonda had a photo album in her hand as she sat down next to me. She poured us both another glass of champagne end then took a big sip from her glass. DeRonda opened the album as she said, Janet I am sorry that I never took the time to really tell you anything about myself, DeRonda said then paused to take a sip from her glass again. DeRonda showed me the first page, it was a picture of her in a very lovely bridal gown. This was no ordinary bridal gown, it was lacy and very expensive looking.. It was at the time when mini-skirts started to become fashion, (and tights, UGH were sadly beginning to appear), but they were so expensive. Julie donned here Sky-blue jeans and carried a skirt to change into when we got there, We arrived in our destination and the girls all went into the toilets to change from jeans to skirts and when they came out Julie was looking a little forlorn. The other 3 girls had the latest mini's on and Julie was wearing a knee length flared skirt, she was a bit.