She led her baby Sharn to the sally port in the walls of House Jenni before she pulled her hood over her shining golden hair and low over her beautifu... face. There were bags under her gold eyes and her face was dark green and blotchy from weeping all night. She had been summoned to her mother's study the night before and ordered to take the child into the city and leave him in a dangerous area, making sure he could not find his way home again. None of the other women in the House of Jenni liked. Her heat radiated against my balls, which were tightening by the second. I gripped the metal bar of the bed head firmly as strained groans ripped from the very back of my throat, panting uncontrollably. The pressure building in my dick was almost too much to handle as I shut my eyes and extended my neck fiercely, and within a few seconds, my toes began to curl at the end of the bed and legs began to shake. Within an instant, her lips were attacking my own; mine latching on to hers desperately. It didn't make me feel jealous---or, not very jealous! When Alicia and I began talking about the possibility of us getting married, that was when the topic of her wanting to have an African bred baby emerged into the forefront of our conversations. We discussed it at great length. For Alicia, having an African fathered baby, instead of a white bred baby with me, was the very crux of her determination to do something significant about racism; which, even though our country is 'liberal', you. So while Tony occupied himself upstairs, I went to see what was happening in the basement!I moved between Pam's wide spread legs and scooted up to where the two joined. As I got closer, I could smell her wonderful perfume–that musky, sweet scent of a woman turned on and ready for fucking!I loved how she smelled and knew that she would taste even better. Pam still wore the bottoms to her sexy ensemble which was good because I planned on taking advantage of that with a little teasing before.