I asked Sheron if he believed me now about complications and that my hesitation had nothing to do with race. He said he had no idea about any of this,...but still didn’t understand why, if i liked him and race wasn’t an issue, i wouldn’t be with him. Especially since i was already seeing two other guys. i said because dealing with my current relationships along with the rest of my life was difficult enough without having more complications. He said it didn’t have to be complicated; that he was a. She was uncomfortable and nervous, but she had by now begun submitting to my every demand and suggestion. At my insistence, she was always naked in our bedroom. I'd make her go into the kitchen to get us milk and snacks wearing only the minimal dress... a thin robe or a long-sleeved shirt. When I knew Mama was already in her room for the night, I'd have Jean go to the kitchen wearing nothing at all. She'd beg me not to make her, but she'd stopped arguing completely, and she'd always wind up. She moved forward. Her boobs again smashed up against Elbow Guy. He leaned down so his lips were inches from her face. "Looks like we have a sandwich." RuthAnn groaned. Sports Guy had his hand back on her ass and he had another one on ribcage stroking it up and down. With the close proximity of these two guys and the groping, or was it caressing, of her ass, RuthAnn was getting warm again. "I think my friend is going to need easier access. Why don't you grab that rail above my head?" Shaking. Jesse looks back at me and says to Sara....."your turn"Sara slowly gets up, turns, glances at me and lays on her chair as Jesse stands up and squeezes lotion on her legs, slowly rubbing it in all over up to her waist and stomach, stopping just shy of her top and tells Sara to flip over, applying the lotion all over her back, her legs, and her ass, then her shoulders. I found myself floating closer to them, maybe by chance, maybe on purpose, but staring at the show silently, barely hearing the.