"Coming?"My legs were jelly. I could just stay in the cab and go home, backside undamaged.Fuck it. I lurched out of the cab and followed her tight bla...ck skirt up the path to her door.Inside she turned and kissed me hard, hands gripping my buttocks. "Strip and stand in the corner with your hands on your head. If I get back and my instructions haven't been followed, you won't like it."She disappeared up the stairs. I took off my clothes and contemplated the corner, my fingers gently stroking my. I have never tried it.”“Tell you what whilst it quiet why don’t you have a feel of my tits to see how you react.”“What no. Oh actually you have a point. If Matt and I are to stay together then I will be screwing a girl.”“You already are she just looks like a bloke.” They moved out of sight of the front door but in hearing distance and Lisa got out her tits again. Di tentatively put out a hand to touch one very gently. At first just touching the skin on the top but moving her fingers down to the. Grinding and ass shaking in true Jamaican style we danced and danced the night away. Stephen managed to find the entrance to my sarong skirt and his hands started exploring finding out it was my turn to go commando! We danced groping each other his hands in my sarong and my hands down his shorts squeezing that sexy ass. I noticed a young hot Jamaican boy eying Stephen and I from across the dance floor. I yelled in Stephen’s ear over the loud music “What do you think of that?” All I got in. He felt his manhood rise in anticipation of what will follow. The second drink was followed by a third. Debbie lost count of how many drinks and couldn't care less since the feeling was so different from her experiences in jail. She found her self-sitting on the sofa with the judge next to her. He was asking just what she would do to keep herself out of prison. She heard herself say, "Anything."The judge then arose and repeated, "Anything?"Debbie nodded her head yes."Well there may be a way to.