They could hear us when we talked softly. Cell phones are really good for that. The cops heard them enter. We thanked the jocks for coming over and of...fered to share some ice cream. They started to pull my clothes off. “Wait”, I said, “I don’t want this to get ripped. Please don’t hurt my clothes or my sister.”Matt said, “Take your damn clothes off because my dick don’t like skank panties.” (I guess he had no idea I almost never wore panties.)Bill, looking at Fran added, “You too, little pussy.. The contrast of his dark black hands on my ivory-like thighs was a huge turn on. “I bet you taste divine,” he muttered as he closed his whole mouth over my leaking mound. I watched in disbelief as his black head nestled between my thighs and I wallowed in the sensation of a much younger black man eating my slick, eager, married cunt. James’ tongue was lapping me inside and out and it felt like my insides were somehow running out of me. I was so wet. Long, slow licks of his tongue were. I figured he thought he'd taken enough risks for the day, because he pulled his cock out. He motioned for me to get to the floor. I slid off the stool onto my knees in front of him. He brought the tip of his cock to my lips. Teasingly (as that was my thing), I acted as though I wasn't going to take him into my mouth.He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled down towards the floor, forcing my neck back. I made eye contact with him and he looked somewhat liked a crazed animal. "No more. I started wearing my sister’s panties when I was about 10 and since we were about the same size I never got caught with them. I wanted to say something but wasn’t sure just what to say.“But then later the truth came out he was into dirty panties and I thought it was kind of gross and we never discussed it again. But he knew not to take mine anymore.” She said as she checked her machines that were a bit ahead of mine.“Do you think he took your mothers panties?” I asked.“Ewww, I suppose so, I.