Those boys ain't got nothing ole Lucy girl cain't handle. They can poke me all they wants to, I'll be sure to drain them all dry as a bone before the ...un comes up."(A boy enters holding a tray with a letter on it) "Mistress Scarlett, here be a letter for you all the way from Savannah. It smells like flowers."Lucinda: (Grabs the letter and swats the boy on his bottom with her fan in the same motion.) "Don't you be commenting to the Mistress without being asked, you fresh little upstart. Get back. ” “What?” Jacklyn asked. “Not forever, just a couple of hours. No worries, it’ll feel good. Try not to bruise her.” Jacob said and left the room. Maurice grinned as he shut the door. He pushed Jacklyn onto the bed and removed her towel. His eyes took in her body like a starved dog and food. He undressed and began to rub her breasts roughly. Jacklyn felt his penis rub against the lips of her pussy and then her clit. She knew he wouldn’t be gentle and he wasn’t wearing a condom. Jacklyn’s eyes. He stood beside her watching her and not the action on the mattresses in front of him. I was switching between Mike and Joan and the action and I was getting as hard as a rock when I felt Barbara’s hand on my ass. “Beautiful isn’t it?” she inquired and all I could do was say yes. Distracted by Barbara’s attentions which were becoming more an onslaught I almost forgot myself and when I looked next toward Joan Mike now had my wife’s pussy in his hand playing with it, he saw me and whispered in. Didn't hear much about lesbians, except that she preferred another woman’s company. I should have arrived into adulthood sexually traumatized, but I didn't. Matter of fact, I have been pretty well stable in the fact that I was and am bisexual. I had a penis in my mouth when I was sixteen, licked a pussy not long afterward, and have spent the rest of my life bouncing from one side of the fence to the other, never quite sure where I belonged, but always certain I was in the right place when I was.