Meg was still a hot sexy woman but the older I got, the less I got it up. I mean she and I still screw but now instead of twice a night, it’s more l...ke twice a week. It eased my mind a little to hear that Joel was aging in bed too.She woke me up by shaking my shoulder. At first I was disorientated but as my eyes focused and adjusted to the dim light I looked up into my sister’s distraught face. She was standing beside the bed in her robe looking like the world was about the end. She looked. Tony’s breath came faster and faster, and he started bucking his hips to meet her jerking motion. “In my mouth,” Apple heard herself say, and got what she wanted. Soon Tony yet out a muffled yell, and his cock began spurting hot sticky cream into Apple’s mouth. She kept jerking him and sucking him, savoring his sweet taste as his cum filled her mouth, trickled down her throat, and also escaped her lips. She swallowed, and looking up saw those brown eyes behind the nicest smile she had seen in a. She approached the bed, knelt down and took his right hand, it was not covered in bandages any longer, and she held it to her face. She sobbed there while Lord Blackmon quietly wept too. Yes, he was truly home. After a few minutes the outpouring of emotion proved too much for the weakened man and he drifted back to sleep with Page still holding his hand now covered in her tears.“We must prepare to greet Lord Blackmon more formally.” Page said looking at the other two slaves as they stood in the. By the time Jill and I were nineteen years old; we had been married for almost a year and had our first child. That’s when a friend of mine, named Sam, invited me to have a beer with him one night, to tell me about something exciting that was happening in his life. That’s when the seeds of this story were planted.Sam told me that he and another friend of ours had been participating in what he called Mandingo Parties. They meet with one or more white couples at a time, in either the couple's.