"Sounds a little... sick?" Laura interjected, more to be participating than anything else since she was getting a little titillation herself from this...confession.Marie nodded. "A little," she agreed. "But it turned out that I got a big charge out of it too. Especially when the white women were doing it."Laura blushed. She didn't want to but couldn't help it. Marie saw her blush and tried to put her at ease. She smiled warmly."Would you rather I didn't talk about it?" Oh, no." Laura shook her. Her legs were wet so was her neck and she was shinning…I opened her top button and asked her open shirt for a while she smiled and opened it…as she opened I saw her breasts out showing her black tits in black transperant top..I realized she was not wearing a bra I was knocked outVarsha: You told me not to wearMe: I want that Mom..VarshaVarsha: I am all yoursMe: I want to open it nowVarsha: In publicMe: Yes I had a fantasyVarsha: What if I say noMe: Man dont ask…….And I put my hand in it and. After three-quarters of an hour all the spa bath guys, including Reed, had returned to the dining table. When Reed took his seat next to me once more, I asked him if he had a good time. He observed me with a nonplussed, almost bored gaze, and then shrugged in a negative manner.“It would’ve been a lot more fun if it had only been you and me,” he said with a smile. I blushed.Later, when the first of the guests began to murmur their imminent departure, I also decided to be on my way. Prior to. I’m in the middle of another training session, beating the crap out of the wooden figure with my bokken. ‘Tsukiumi, Sweetheart, can you come here? We need to talk.’ My Dad called out. I bowed to the mannequin, I don’t know why, I think I imagine I’m sparring with Mom, and then I head to the living room. Dad is sitting on the couch and looks completely pale. ‘Dad, what’s wrong? Are you okay?’ I was deeply worried as I sat next to him. Dad held my hand. ‘Tsukiumi, I want you to know, I love you..