“Can you let me out here, Ray? I need to head over tot eh library for a while.” She looks over to her friend and throws her a wink.“Sure,” the...man grunts. “I guess I will see you later.”As she gets out of the car, Yesenia gives Ray a kiss on the cheek. “Thank for lunch. It was fun. Have a safe drive home.”“My pleasure, Yesenia,” he says. And it is.The ride to the dorm is silent, and it isn’t until Ray puts the car into park does Zaria speak. “Can you stay a little, Daddy?”“I’d love to,” the man. “More Truth or Dare, then?” I asked everyone, who all seemed to go for it.“Okay, Emma, Truth or Dare?” I asked the next eldest sister among us.“Truth,” Emma surprised me, but maybe she was playing for time.“Okay, what about Jeanne do you find most attractive?” I asked her.I was curious as to her reaction.“She’s black and I’ve never been with a black girl. Sorry, I know that sounds racist, but, well, I just haven’t. I’m curious about the idea of being intimate with a black girl,” Emma admitted. Purely for the proven therapeutic effects, of course. Not out of any feelings of fondness, or anything. Twenty minutes in, and we had done little more than shuffle the junk around, raise enough dust to cause two sneezing fits on my part, and generally grow unhappy with our chosen course of events for the day. No rats had been flushed out either, and Priscilla’s impatient, unimpressed movements about the place signalled her imminent departure for zones of greater amusement. It was around this. She lost herself in both of them and in the ecstasy that swept through herbody. Never before had she felt this cherished, this loved, by anyone.Kuntal filled her, marked her, and claimed her with every thrust, every whisperedword of endearment that came from his lips. The heat within her body was intense, andit seemed to ball up in her womb.She gasped, her nails scraping Harshal’s chest, flexing her ass and pussy tightly,caressing the cocks inside of her. “Kuntal.” She couldn’t breathe,.