History, hopes, fears, joys, were all laid out for examination."They're only children! Barely past puberty!" she marveled. Jaime was twenty-one, Beth ...ust nineteen."Yes, but they have lived much in such a short time. Poverty, abuse, prejudice, they've all been part of their daily lives, especially the female." mused the male.He was reading from her childhood memories. One fourth black, one fourth Indian, one half white, Beth had been abandoned as a baby and raised in a series of foster homes.. They had made love as equals. They had both been invested in the act of showing and sharing their love.He knew that like Petal, he would always put Bette’s needs and safety ahead of his own, and if, no, when they had children, they would be as exceptional as their mother was. He hoped they got her wings; he loved her wings and he could easily imagine a smaller duplicate of Bette, this image tickled his fancy.He knew Bette may have to take on the role of a leader but all good leaders listened to. Your dick is so fucking deep inside me I scream ‘fuck’ so fucking loud. You keep thrusting into me so so hard and deep against my g-spot and you’re groaning now too, scratching at my hips as you handle me harshly and roughly. You pull your dick out and I get to my knees again and suck you clean for a minute, until you decide it’s time to fuck again. So you pick me up and carry me to the dining table, you climb on and lay down across it as I straddle your waist, my legs either side of your. Her skin was exquisite. She started to moan softly so I became braver. I touched her sides and with my hand I reached for her sex. She was hot and swollen with a lot of drops of her fluids between her thighs. I touched her deeply and her breath became stronger. My cock was hard like iron. She begged me to make her my prostitute. When I was about to fill her flower with my pole she stopped me. She told me that this was not possible but there was another way I had to take to my advantage. She.