“She’s mad I haven’t brought her out to see you both.” Jolene moaned as she felt my fingers push deep into her. I slowly added a third finger ...nd held them still deep in her. “Why haven’t you brought her to see us?” She slowly rocked her hips to make my fingers move in her while wanting an answer. I ignored her question as I started to move my fingers rhythmically, and moving them out and in, my thumb running circles over her clit as I did so. Her moans were like music to my ears as my kissing. Like all English expats they were very tolerant and supportive of the African servants they employed. Too much so the locally born whites would complain.Lucinda like her parents dismissed such complaints. It was not for them to support or sustain the attitude of the colonial whites who had always lived in Africa. Educated in Lucinda's family England they had a much higher appreciation of the value of equality of the races.Such thoughts were far from Lucinda's mind as she stared wide-eyed at. I knew I was lucky to have both the physical abilities and intellectual abilities that I did. I intended to make good use of them.I had been able to block Kristen out of my mind during my workout and run, but when I started taking a shower, she was front and center. Spending the night was a fantasy come true; I wanted us both to enjoy every minute of it. I was extra meticulous in shaving my pubes. There was stubble, and I wanted it as smooth as possible for her.I finally emerged from the. ”“I can do that,” I said proudly.“Good. So start.”“Can I jerk off?” I asked.“Only if you tell me what you want.”“I...,” I hesitated. I saw the look on her face so I quickly spoke up, “I want to smell your panties.”Dominique laughed. I don't know what she thought I was going to say but that obviously wasn't it. She threw her arms around me and laughed some more and then said, “See, that's why I like you. You are so completely weird.”She liked me? Really? Dominique liked me because I was.