All the girls were about the same age with budding breasts and their curves just starting to show. Each of them had the coloring of their dark mothers...and were mixed with their white father-masters. Once they had developed the curves of young womanhood they were ship off to the markets to be sold. At this age they were young and ripe and would fetch the highest price. Jamal had been ship from the plantation down in Alabama, the only home that she had known. The girls were put into pins, not. We kissed and, somehow, the kiss lingered just a bit longer than it perhaps should have done. We looked at each other and kissed again – and again. That too became a more regular occurrence – all quite innocent though. Then, over Christmas, we visited some relatives for a f****y gathering. We played cards and I found myself sitting on the floor facing Doreen. She was sitting on the sofa. As we played cards, I found I was getting a lovely view up her skirt. She was wearing tights but also a. Perfect. “Sure, no problem. I’ll close up shop here. And get dinner ready.”She smiled, kissed my forehead again, and went off to get into her workout clothes.I’d been laid off from my job at the lab about six months earlier. A big company had bought my little company, and fwoosh—consolidation, downsizing. But the tech I’d been developing had been easy to sneak out. My little side project. It was coming in handy, for my freelance work.I launched the app, checked her biometrics-baseline looked. She sucked on my nipple and made it more challenging to stay up there. No amount of experience could keep me up there forever, but all three were wooing each other and indeed couldn't walk away despite even if no one saw us, someone could hear us through the walls. I put a hand on Emma's head and felt both of them fuck me royally."Needless to say, this is a perfect Girlsway scene, two college ladies getting with their teacher, and having a great sexy time," I muttered, caressing their.