Mine was older theirs were youngerOnce they had made me their friend we spent the first months of our friendship playing in the barns of the local far...yard and on the banks of the small stream that ran through the local hills. As time went on we began to delve into our developing awareness of girls in our school and of course sex and would talk about it as if we knew everything. We talked about ourselves and hesitantly began to unzip our jeans and show each other our willies (as they were. My fingers slide across her smooth skin sideways before moving up her site to her breast. Two fingers move across her skin until they touch her nipple. She smiles and licks her lips. My two fingers are joined by my thumb. They squeeze the nipple; they twist the nipple, her eyes are now closed; they push the nipple flat and into the breast. They relax and the nipple becomes erect; not as hard as my erection but it is a wonderfully stimulating experience for me. My hand moves more to cover the. " Amber's mouth dropped open in shock and she started to smile. She can't deny that she enjoyed the whole experience and was more than willing to do it again. "I can see you are not mad at her for the trick. She is really a good person but it's just that she likes to have sex and lots of it. She is more adventurous than me and goes for who ever she wants." Amber noticed her eyes looking down with a hint of lust and smiling . It took her a moment to realize her robe came undone and she could. After that it was condom-only bjs for John when he was lucky enough to get one. Funny how being a slave to black men can change things like that but I’ll get to that latter.------------------Things were fine for a few more days. Cassandra (our black nanny/housekeeper) finally came back for her first day at work since her brother died. I hugged her and she thanked me for coming to the funeral and being so understanding. We talked a bit and then she asked me if I had talked to her minister.