Under her t-shirt Ruth was wearing a white lacey bra that cupped her beautiful tits perfectly. She shimmied her jeans down to show lacey white boy sho...ts. The white of her bra and panties glowed under the red lights, and her olive skin looked extra dark. I watched her unhook her bra and lower her panties while I ripped my clothes off.“I love that bra” I heard Sunny say behind me. I turned around to see Sunny completely naked on the bad with her legs spread wide. I fell to my knees and lowered. With the help of sticky fluid around the butt hole, my index finger started sliding in very well. She was enjoying my licking and fingering. I pushed my tongue as much as I could and then I pushed my finger as much I could and she started moaning. She grabbed my head with my hair and lifted, brought her face next mine and said “I want to sleep on you now” I removed my finger from her butt, and she got up came on top of me and now she sleeping on me. She kissed my chest and neck, looked in my. ‘Please have a seat, and I’ll bring Gianna to you, he’s the youngest.’ Kersh explained. Five minutes later, Kersh returned followed by a small frail looking boy. The kid was adorable, deep olive skin, black hair and the biggest brown eyes full of wariness and mistrust. Mr. Kersh introduced the two. ‘Mr. MacGregor this is Gianni Russo. Gianni, this is Mr. MacGregor. Now son, be respectful and mind your manners.’ Kersh reminded the young man before he left the room. ‘Good morning Gianni, come. It’s still only evening, afterall. Slow, at first, but deep. A gently rocking of my hips, my fingers playing against your skin again. I love feeling you. Just skin touching skin. Love sleeping naked with you, love showering with you, love holding your hand, and feeling your lips touching mine. But I especially love when your eyes roll into the back of your head and you moan my name. Not sure if it’s like permission, or a plea, but it works either way. Now, I am not slow. I am not gentle. I am.