Cindy was waiting for me at her door. She looked cute in her camp T-shirt and nothing else. She pulled me inside. The other two girls said hello to me... They had a night-light so I could sort of see them.Cindy went over to Donna, reached under the covers, and then Donna started to coo. After a while Cindy pulled her hand out and let me smell her fingers, and then she let me taste them. Donna had a deeper musky aroma and a much more tangy taste.Miss Jones let Cindy finger her pussy too and she. He easily lifted me up off the floor and laid me on my back on the bed. He undid my jeans and pulled them off. I laid there in my thong, worried that his thick cock wouldn’t fit in me. He had positioned me so that my legs were against his chest, my waist slightly off the edge of the bed. He pulled my thong to the side and pressed his hardness against my pussy. I looked down, slightly scared of being penetrated, though I found the contrast of skin color was such a turn on.I braced myself as he. Roberta was about to go back and lie next to her friend when she saw three women coming up the hill. They were pushing a heavy wagon, full of fruit and vegetables. Below them was a series of fields and trees and above was the hilltop village where they lived. All three women looked exhausted. Roberta decided to lend a helping hand."Can I help with that, ladies?" she asked, as they came up to her. "You seem to be having trouble!" You also seem to be having trouble! What are you doing walking. So, not being shy, of course I welcomed the opportunity to meet with them. It was at this lunch that Gina first flirted with me, touching my arms constantly and rubbing my head when she left, that I began to think that maybe there was something to this. But Elizabeth told me she does that to every guy and it was no big deal and I totally forgot about it. Well not totally, I never forget anything to do with a beautiful woman you see, because I love them and love trying to understand them..