She would let her hair down and waves of black hair would fall contrasting with her beautiful olive skin. She weighed just over two hundred and thirty...pounds. She was the youngest of the handmaidens at nineteen. Handmaiden Andrea was the smallest of all of us and she was the only black handmaiden. She only weighed about a hundred and sixty pounds. She had that round "booty" that is the trademark of so many African-American women. She had a very light complexion and her skin was only caramel.. She wanted to tell her exactly where those few inches had grown, but she didn't want to say anything to shoch her daughter. And besides, Amy wouldn't be home all that long and then Bonnie would have those two young studs all to herself again."Well sweetheart, how does your mom look"? She was wearing a skirt that was a little tight across the hips but it wasn't too short. But the blouse she had on was cream colored and a little see-through and she ahd left it un- buttoned to just above her bra.. "I assured her it was no big deal and I noticed it had been a little while since she shaved her legs too as they were a little hairy, definitely more than a little stubble. I dove down and starting licking her clit. I liked the way the hair felt on my face. Jenn started to wiggle and moan then she grabbed my hair and pushed me harder into her crotch."Oh my god... I am about to come!" She shouted as she started moaning over and over wiggling around. Then grabbed my head and pulled up. I could. " Maybe that's why I don't have a real problem with the two of them being together," Brandon added to his side of the argument. "After all these years, I couldn't give Tracy up if my life depended on it. Couldn't give you up, either, for that matter. Remember that first night that we were together, back in Turtle Bay?" Remember it?! Like it was yesterday! How could I ever forget that night?" her reply was emphatic."We broke almost every rule in the book that night," Brandon reminded her. "So.