She had married Michael Sanderson, only son of Jefferson Samuelson the now-disgraced entrepreneur, about a year ago when she was seventeen and he was ...wenty-four. He and his handsome lover had drowned together while swimming into a riptide and a mass of nettles off the family's Chesapeake Bay island. Their bodies were never found.She became her father-in-law's mistress, one of several, and he ensconced her in a shady Chevy Chase shingle-style and shared her, off and on, with his more prosperous. ”I blinked at him. “You aren’t telling me whether I should or shouldn’t let her do that.”He grinned at me and said, “No, I’m not.”“Oh,” I said and looked down.“Let’s change the subject,” said Benito. “Bonnie told me she has similar desires to Jennifer, though she wasn’t able to articulate them quite so clearly. She also told me that she was aware that she couldn’t do anything about them until she’s Jennifer’s age and that she was resigned to waiting until then.”I sighed and nodded. “I wouldn’t. Our lips and tongues touched and swirled. She bit me softly - I sucked her gently. Our breathing was hard and fast because she wanted me as much as I wanted her. There were no pretenses here, only pure unadulterated lust. I could smell her heat and she could feel mine. I could feel her entire body against mine. I felt her breasts with their hard nipples pressing into my chest. I felt her hips grinding mercilessly against my hardening manhood. I felt her stomach as she breathed hard. Most of all. Her pubic hair was much straighter and softer than Caucasian women’s, delightfully so. My tongue found the slit between her cunt lips, her tangy moistness. I slid my lands under her butt to pull her close, and then let my tongue find her clit. It’s hard to know which of us was more surprised for the next few minutes, me with the pleasure of playing with her beautiful clit or her with a new sexual experience. Almost immediately, she started grinding her hips into my face. I could hear her.