Soon I felt his heavy hand on my bare thigh. Then it moved up. Butch looked into my eyes. He said nothing but put his hand behind my head and pulled m... lips to his. He kissed me deeply and then I felt his hand squeeze my tits. I groaned, as I felt my nipples getting hard.Soon his other hand found my shaven wet pussy and he started to finger fuck me. The bastard quickly brought me to orgasm. I wiggled on to his lap, rubbing myself on his hard cock.He grabbed my bare buttocks and squeezed. His sister Andrea Lucille Haverhill was a policewoman. The Haverhill family was made up of strong, determined and confident individuals. Strong bonds of family love and loyalty united them. The Haverhill clan was Roman Catholic by nature. All of them attended one of American’s top historically black colleges. When Mike first brought Michelle home, the clan was understandably surprised. Mike had always been the family rebel. He went to college, got a business degree then ditched corporate. Remember, Bruce doesn’t speak French and they have only limited pidgin English so he depended on his translator.After an interesting dinner of goat stew and sides that he could not recognize, let alone name, they were shown to a house and a rather small bed in one corner of a common bedroom. Privacy was a premium here, Bruce decided.The couple had just laid down and were trying to figure out how to discreetly screw when her mother appeared. There was a rapid conversation Bruce couldn’t possibly. My instructions were to wait for him in the lobby and he would be down to get me. I grabbed my suitcase and headed to the lobby. I could feel my ass sway with each step in my wedge heels and quickly found a spot to sit with my suitcase. I nervously waited as a couple of folks stared and some guys did a double look as they walked by, I played on my phone, took a couple more selfies and waited.Sir then appeared, “Hello Alexis” he said to me and my spine tingled a little. I turned around and there.