.. that's another story.Henry needed workers ... not skilled workers but people who would work, and living a sharecroppers life in the south was unend...ng work for next to nothing. White trash ... not a nice term ... but they were in the same boat as the 'liberated' blacks. Not even second class citizens. A pretty girl seldom made it out of high school. She was on her back working for some hick country lawman ... or his inbred nephew, and daddy had better not say anything about it.Advertisements. There there was a cut for few seconds and the view came back.Again the same question…Someone: I asked What kinda sex you like?Neha: Group Sex.Someone: (With a laugh) Sorry we can’t here you.Neha: Group sex (with a shaky voice).Suddenly, my eye fell on her cheek although not so clearly visible. It was red on one side. First I thought that she was blushing but how it can be one side! Did they slap her. Oh my goodness, what is happening there!I resumed.Someone: So, tell me in detail.Neha: I like. My blonde hair swayed about my shoulders. My pale tits heaved as I gripped Rizwana's dusky hips.“Feast on my seed!” I moaned.Her head ducked down. Her pussy squeezed about my cock as she nuzzled into Fahima's pussy. The younger wife groaned. Her body shuddered as she felt her sister-wife's mouth. Rizwana licked my cum out of Fahima's pussy.A shadow fell upon me. A man groaned.“Yes, yes, lick my seed out of your sister-wife's pussy while I bless your cunt!” I moaned, thrusting away. I looked. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Astrid smiled as Aidan gently laid her down on their bed, joining her there a moment later. Aidan slipped his hands beneath Astrid’s blue velvet skirt, smiling at her as he reached the line of her panties, and with a gentle tug, he pulled them away. It was the work of a moment to slip off the skirt as well, and then Aidan slipped off Astrid’s velvet shirt and satin bra. ‘Undress me,’ he whispered softly, tracing the shape of his lover’s bosom, following his.