Not a friendly, polite, kiss on the cheek, but a full on, "I want you now" kiss; deep and passionate and powerful. And let me tell you–that man coul... kiss!Before I even knew what I was doing I had my arms around his neck and was kissing him back. His tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth and his hands were fondling my tits. I hardly ever wear a bra at home, so he could feel my rock hard nipples easily through Tom's dress shirt."I want you," James moaned as he continued to passionately. It was like we told them we discovered the cure for cancer or something."We'd be pleased if you would please say something," I said."Well last night we were talking to each other and we came to the conclusion that you had a sister named Judy and she had a brother named Gil. We both never met them. And she joked about the idea last night. But of course after thinking about it more and more, we thought would they be together? We had no idea and just wanted to ask. We thought you would just laugh. “The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.”“I highly doubt any pussy is as good as this. Your blackberry is the sweetest and juiciest.”I wanted to support my dark chocolate sistas, but the boy had a point; my pussy is the best. While loving his complement, he began thrusting again. In the missionary position, his dick was right up against my cervix, but the pain immediately faded as he picked up his pace. My body instinctively resumed its orgasmic savageness.Again and again, Cameron made me. He’d get a new sweater or shirt or something on the pretense that it didn’t fit Rod or wasn’t the right color. It didn’t fool anyone, including Jurgen. I think Eleanor had a talk with Jurgen too and it seemed like pretty soon he was OK with her gifts. In fact, I got the idea that they were getting pretty friendly. We had a nice Christmas and I got gifts from everyone. That was something I had never had before. A real Christmas with a real Christmas tree and a real Christmas dinner. It felt.