“I don’t understand at all. Joy always made love to me. Why don’t you? What’s wrong with me? Don’t you like me? Do I look so horrible?” S...aron was aware that tears were running down Sweetness’ nose, and one droplet hung precipitously from its end. But she couldn’t relent. It wasn’t right. “Come on, Sweetness,” she said gently, putting a hand on Sweetness’ own clasped ones. “We have enough to do. We have to somehow find things to eat. And we’ve got to get away from here.” She lifted Sweetness’. It feels better than when we do it ourselves but Im sure nowhere near as good as it will be when a girl is doing it to us. We have talked and would like to have one girl do us both at the same time. Pat and I have worked out a plan for the next time Brooke baby-sits us. If it works, we wont be virgins anymore. A week later, Dad said that he was going out for the evening and Brooke would be over to baby-sit. He said that we were getting big enough that this would probably be one of the last. "You weren't checking out your tree, you were checking out me." she said with a smirk. “We black women have a built in white guy radar." she said jokingly. "We know when y'all are checking us out and we love it. So since your here, Ive got something that you can do." she said as she grabbed a bottle of body oil. Was she really asking me to do this. "You want me to oil you?" I asked. "And then some." she said with a devilish grin. I was happy to oblige. So I took the bottle out of her hand and. "No, Cal. Please, no." She was crying full-force again, and he loved it.He felt the firm flesh of her ass, and again marveled at the color of her skin. Spreading her cheeks slightly, he took in the sight of her ass and her dark pink pussy beneath it. He was losing control of himself, feeling like he may cum here and now, and wanting to make sure he got everything he could from this moment.He positioned the head of his cock against her lips, giving her just enough time to once more whimper.