I wasn't completely sure that she would do that but the odds were that she would suck his black prick if I asked her to.I hesitated because I wasn't s...re that I wanted to share her with anyone. At least not yet. I was already sorry that I had let my father fuck my sweet Rita Baker who I had considered as my number one girlfriend. Now, according to my last phone conversation with my mom, Dad was fucking my Rita every chance he got. He was also doing his step mother on a regular basis.My Mom was. It felt great. But then I felt scared. What will she say? Nikki then laid back on the bed with me on her side and kissed me. I did not know what to do or say so I just kissed her back. We laid there kissing for minutes before she started putting her tongue in my moth. We explored each others mouths and felt so good. I was beginning to feel my pussy getting wet and I hope hers was too. She was such a great kisser, better than any boy I have kissed. She then began to rub up and down the sides of. . ‘Stop,’ I told myself.Danni came out next and did the exact same thing Marian did, minus the tears. She was all smiles, straddling my lap, feeling my dick rubbing against hers under the water. This was really new for both of us, but it felt good. It felt close, loving, but to be honest, I think if she was just a gay sissy boy, it wouldn’t have happened. We’d had sex, made love, in Malta, and it was real. She fancied herself a woman, so I thought of her that way. I got a bit carried away and. ”“I’m sorry, honey, you’re right,” I said, in all sincerity. “You never answered my question?”“What question was that?” she asked getting up from the table to freshen our coffee. I seriously doubted she didn’t know which question I was referring.“I have deja vu, all over again,” I quipped, then with a serious face, repeated my earlier question, “Should I be worried?”“If you keep belittling the things that are important to me, yes, you should be,” Jude said with one hand on her hip, then added,.