I could imaginate his big black cock ramming her tight pink pussy as they fucked the night away in some bed. Later I found out the black man's name w...as Dustin, and that just about every week, he would be there trying to pick up some white whore to fuck. It was then that I finally came up with a brillant plan. Since the bartender seemed to know this Dustin quite well, I ask him if he could possibly arrange a date between this black man and a certain Heather Smith to meet at her house on a given. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She had the most amazing set of jugs I’d ever seen. They were completely natural and her nipples were inverted. I always enjoy women with inverted nipples. It takes time to get them nice and hard. She then walked over to the chair and sat down. I stood behind her and put my hands on her breasts. I cupped and massaged each of them. I squeezed her breasts together and lifted each of them. I pulled and pinched at her nipples. They were responding to my fingers. It took. Her finger wobbled, pointing at the phantom double that she was clearly seeing through her alcoholic haze.“Fine!” I said. “I’ll give you a sausage!”“Oh!” Virginia flopped forward. Her cheek mashed against the joining of my pants and she rubbed against my groin through the clothes. “Goodie.”“I have had too much to drink,” Gillian announced.“You know what that -hic- means?” Sally asked, leaning in close, whispering loudly enough in Gillian’s ear for all of us to hear.“No, I mean...” Gillian set. The movements of the dance were exaggerated by the girls to the point that they were literally dry-humping with me.As the dance progressed I caught sight of the football team captain and two of his buddies watching every move we made. It was obvious that they were not at all happy that 'their girls' were not paying attention to them, but to me instead. I danced with 'my girls' and about four of the cheerleaders. I noticed something funny in that each of the cheerleaders would go over and.