It was an impossible dream and the most she could hope for was to be his mistress… his colored mistress. At least that was still legal in California... if frowned upon. For all their self-righteousness, white men and colored women had been having sex since before American slavery existed and if you were to believe the rumors, there were white women who preferred to sleep with colored men. She wondered why. Except for the obvious color difference, there was no difference. Her sister Eliza had told. "Are you kidding? It's Magda's idea."She kissed me again."Besides, Magda didn't have to work very hard to convince me, you know?"I didn't, exactly, but I was getting a pretty good picture and I liked what I was seeing. A lot.I hugged Nancy."You don't have to work very hard to convince me, either. How're we going to do this?" Carl doesn't know about us, about you and Magda and the deal. Magda says it's going to be more fun if he doesn't know."Nancy was stroking my forearm."I'm kind of interested. He had strong arms and she couldn’t help but feel them. She ran his hands over his abs too. Perfect, perfect, perfect.“You’re too amazing,” she told him.He ran his fingers through her hair, making her tilt her head back. He kissed her, it was passionate. She wanted to melt, her insides were fluttering with butterflies and she was hot with desire. He grabbed her by the ass, tilting her backward, onto the bed again.He was on his knees in front of her, kissing her inner thighs and making her. She turned to Charlotte, kissing her deeply.I couldn’t help but notice Hanna’s beautiful buttocks, there in front of me, waiting to be fondled, spanked, kissed. I brought the girls closer to me, my erection pressing hard against Hanna’s backside.“Char,” I heard Hanna say lovingly. “Your boyfriend seems to want my ass. Should I give it to him?”Charlotte merely let out an evil laugh. “Cal,” Hanna said lovingly. “Calvin…” ***“Calvin! What are you doing?” My God, another daydream. Char.