I’ve got three weeks’ worth in my room. Sheets, towels, shirts, jeans, underwear, ironing that needs to be done. Does she pick up and deliver? I�...�ll pay her well!’ ‘Yeah! She’s got that ol’ Bronco parked out front. ‘Course, from here she could hand carry it. We live in that li’l sugah shack ’bout a half-mile outside yo’ project fence. Y’ can almos’ wave ta us. C’mon, I’ll introduce y’all.’ ‘We already met, when I came in,’ I said. ‘Not in the southern way, y’ didn’t,’ she said. ‘Millicent!’ she. A loud cheer went up when he pulled his dick out of my mouth and long strings of saliva bridged my mouth to the hardened shaft of his cock. He stroked his cock a few times, and without warning, he started to shoot his load onto me. The first spurt hit me smack in the right eye and right cheek. A cheer erupted when his over exaggerated grunt occurred as his first spurt hit me. The next spurt went from my forehead to my nose. His third spurt went into my open mouth, and his fourth and final. ‘You’re on vacation. What else do you have to do?’ ‘This is Jamaica,’ I added. ‘Time only exists on their conditions. And their conditions say that it’s never too early for a Rum Punch!’ ‘I don’t know,’ she said, looking at the glass. ‘I usually don’t drink this early.’ ‘Well, this isn’t ‘usual’,’ I replied. ‘This is vacation. In Jamaica!’ She still hadn’t picked up the glass, so I added, ‘Besides, if you don’t drink it, I’m going to have to, and you don’t want that to happen!’ ‘Oh no?’ she. “You think you can make me cum right here, right now?” Kara challenges.Aspen grins impishly. “Not only can I make you cum, I will make you cum.”Aspen pushes in harder, making Kara moan as the girl throws her head into her shoulder. She slips her hand into Kara’s pussy, keeping her thigh pressed, pulling back only allowing her hand just enough room.“You keep this up, the whole party is going to be out here watching,” Kara sighs into Aspen’s ear just before she bites her lobe.“And who says that.