Getting more creative, I turned the panties inside out and began licking the crotch of them, tasting the sweet, bountiful flavor of my friend's ... juicy pussy. My concentration was broken momentarily as I heard her murmur in her sleep in the bed next to mine. I jumped slightly thinking she had awoken, but alas, she was still asleep, her beautiful face so clueless as to what her trusting friend was doing with her intimate ware. I turned my attention back. In America, it’s all about the money. If you’ve got it, you can do whatever you want. In South Africa, even the few black people with money didn’t have the luxuries that wealthy African-Americans in the USA took for granted. The more time Angelo and I spent together, the further apart we drifted. I began to feel unwelcome in the group. The Africans didn’t welcome the Black American Princess into their midst anymore. Angelo saw me as unrealistic, pampered and sheltered. And I saw him as bitter. Such a tight little twat. My cock was wondering if it could possibly fit, but I decided to tease him for a while. She was pushing down on my finger, trying to hold it inside her. I pulled out to my first knuckle and rimmed the edge of her hole, then shoved two fingers inside her. She arched her back and groaned, then started riding up and down my slick fingers. I tightened my grip on her baby boob and rubbed that hard nipple in rhythm with her strokes. Her little ass was pushing against my. .." "Good, it's settled then," Brenda said happily, "we're gonna go!!!"Wow, look at all of the cars," Brenda said enthusiastically, "Freddy must have invited half of Chicago!!!" "And all of them strange," Phyllis interjected!!! "Oh pooh on you," Brenda said only half k**dingly, "for once just try to go with the flow and have a good time!!!"From the size of the crowd and the loud music coming from inside, it was pretty obvious that no one was minding the front door, so with out further delay.