”“Is that what you think to be true?” The sudden anger that laced his words made Iona raise her head. Her chest tightened. “Do you believe him...to be of your people?” “He is a slave,” she murmured mournfully, “as I… was.”“He is no man’s slave. And, he is not of your people. If he were thought to be a slave, he would have long since killed the one thinking himself to be his master. If unable to relieve himself of such a position, the Moor would choose death by his own hand. But we see that he is. I leaned forward a bit to apply pressure to her leg. Her left foot came up to my crotch and rested against my cock. The site of those beautiful nylon covered legs and feet caused me to get rock hard. She didn't say a word as she moved her foot across my cock. I pressed into her foot with my hard on and she didn't move away. I decided to see what she was up to, so I slid my hands up her legs. Her skirt moved up with my hands and I was pleased to see she had on thigh high stockings. I. James was the wildest in bed that I had known and I honestly thought that he was the man for me, hence why I left Brooklyn to move to Ithaca for him. But you guys ... wow! I think that I’ve fallen in love with both of you. Bill is my absolute favorite, followed not that far off by you, Bethany,” Nicole told them both during “pillow talk” after sex.“Yeah, no kidding! If I weren’t pregnant and if I still smoked, this is when I’d be lighting up a cigarette! Bill is amazing in bed, though so are. Ah, but it seemed Dolly was a girl knew her business. She promptly placed her hand on my hip and held it in place and I did not fight it, but lay still once more. Dolly rewarded me quickly, increasing the pace of her bobbing, gradually accepting more of my member and causing me to groan with a lust I had not known before.Mayhaps my hips were stilled, but my hands were ever active, kneading her ample teats and yanking on her stiffened nipples and Dolly could not suppress a loud moan of her.