That old saying “The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juices.” has been a motto that my Uncle James has lived by for years. My Uncle J, as we ca...l him and his new Jamaican wife had only been married a few months when I came to live with them. It started that first night when I caught my Uncle J staring at my boobs. It was very clear that my uncle liked young girls; young pretty black girls. My dad and his step brother was never really close, as a matter of fact they barely knew one. "He wants in my panties."I nodded. "And you would be correct. Frankly, in most cases, if he didn't have that imperative, he wouldn't bother with you -- women are notoriously cantankerous beasts -- grasping, bossy, harder to control than herding cats -- it's probably why we were allowed more or less direct means of control over most of history. We just don't have the tools to spend a lot of time making you happy by guessing at and then fulfilling your little wants and needs. Giving you a quick. Just relax."Linden laughed anxiously. "Just relax? That's very easy for you to say, Sir!" She donned the mask and dismounted. Her knees felt weak but they sufficed to hold her as she alit. She told herself to be brave as she handed her mount's reins to a servant and then followed Sir Klaron into the milling throng.The unwelcome news of King Wildar and Prince Vandar's presence had doubled the pressure on poor Linden. Sir Klaron stopped for a brief moment and turned to her. "It's customary for. The feeling of the soft cotton on my prick and balls while I masturbated was something that I had never felt the likes of before. When I shot my load into them it felt like the best climax I had ever had and I was sure at the time that I had produced at least double my normal amount of cum. I took the knickers off, got dressed and hid them in the bottom of my wardrobe.It was on the following Monday that I found myself at home with just my youngest sister. She was in her bedroom beginning to get.