The cape only half covering my naked features, which you longed to observe. You rose, from the luxury of your bed and took my cape off my shoulders. I... fell on my own swellings, until you took it, opening it further, then cast it aside. You spied my nakedness that had been sealed for many a year, since I was a mere 19 years old. This youth transfixed you to my frame, made you urgent to take your fingers towards me and twist them in my dampened pussy hairs. As your wild digits pleasured my silky. “Thank you,” I said softly.“Now what?” she asked.“I suppose that’s up to you. We have about fourteen hours before I need to leave.”“We could do this again?” she asked, with a sharp intake of breath, her pulse beginning to race again.“Yes, several more times. I just need a bit of rest in between each time to recover.”“How long?” she asked, almost begging.“Fifteen minutes, or so. But let me do something else for you.”“What?” she asked.“You’ll see,” said, kissing her softly.I broke the kiss and. Graham had been escorted blindfolded to a remote compound outside of Atlanta. Graham was the only white person there and his own insecurities made him more self-conscious than the actual treatment he received. Everyone treated him with casual deference. He was insignificant to the weekend's festivities and he knew his place was to watch and to observe and to await his time to serve.Friday night, he witnessed all the weary travelers arrive and find their accommodations. There were about 35 to 40. I never got really angry and I never overly excited. I know! I had just watched my family stand in reverence and amazement as my first wife had her second set of twin girls. I was extremely happy, but I never lost control. My highs were never too high, and my lows were never too low.“What is going on with you Paul?”Lynn asked as she sat back on her bed with a small baby latched on to each breast. I paused to admire my daughters and my wife and my wife’s tits and the flash of her strawberry.