We’d talked about everything under the sun and in our lives so we sat silently under the fading moon and listened to music. Black porn Beth didn’t flinch at my scandalous statement; she just inquired “Is she a dancer too? Beth moaned lightly, rolled to her side and passed out. “Did we have sex? While she tugged the zipper down, I slid my hand over her leg so it was between them then moved it under her skirt until my fingers were brushing her smooth chiffon underwear. My next thought was ‘how far would she go?’ so I asked her if she had boobs that looked as good as her butt. On the way to the patio I grabbed two shot glasses and a bottle of Jose Cuervo. I was building too fast to blowing my load and started to pull out of her for a short pause, to let the pressure off. I put you to bed and came out here.”
“Where are my clothes?” I pointed to the patio and pulled a pillow over my head to keep the daylight from ruining my eyes.
