It felt ticklish and really what I wanted to do was turn over and pulled his face down to mine. Except I didn’t do that, I wanted to see where he wa... going. A minute later he stopped and returned to his side of the bed and that was just about the end of it. Still I remained with him. The days came and went just like the night. Then one morning the inevitable happened: he finished his book. I was upstairs in the bathroom doing the laundry when he hollered my name. First thought that came to my. After several moments of panting Abbey said. “Wow, that was a strong orgasm, I think you like this game. I think you like the idea of a black man actively trying to get me pregnant.” She felt him throb within her and start to get hard again. “Oh wow honey.”She didn’t get to finish as he rolled her over to look down at her as he started to fuck her again. “You liked it too. I felt you squirt all over me.”She nodded, “It’s a naughty game. So is my black lover going to cum in me again?” she asked. I said I liked girls but knew nothing about them but would like to know more. Jean then went even further and asked if I woke up with a hard on, had wet dreams or masturbated. That was really embarrassing but stimulating and I could feel my cock getting harder. Fred, noticing my erection assured me it was perfectly natural for young lads like me to do that. And then said, did I know that girls also get sexy, was the word he used. And then he casually said ‘Jean, are you getting sexy Jeannie? I. She’s not in the classroom, and the door of the anteroom is ajar, so I slip qui-etly in.Penny’s lying on the bed. Her eyes are closed. Her shoes are off. Her gorgeous satiny white legs are spread wide, wide apart and, the knees are drawn up. For the first time in my life I see that most wonderful of sights – that feminine flower nestled in her crotch, the moist, soft, pink lips of it, framed in fragile curly hair, and the dark red of its depths. It’s Penny’s lovely cunt and she’s masturbating.