I looked and Trace was on top of him. They were kissing. David put his other hand on my other shoulder.I turned back to David and he leaned close to k...ss me. I slipped my arm behind his waist. We pulled together, belly-to-belly. I felt the front of his shorts. He was hard. I rubbed his boner and his mouth opened to mine. I pulled down the zipper of his shorts and worked my fingers inside and into the fly of his boxers. I found the soft skin of his boner, and closed my fingers around it,. Also apparent were angry dark welts on the suit's buttocks, as though ithad been caned. They stood out even against the dark skin and made mefeel very uncomfortable. A rubber tube seemed to poke out from the rearof the suit's panties, which ended in a round bulb with a valve on it.The suit looked as though it had an inflatable dildo in its ass!I marvelled at this thing spread out on the bed. Who would make a suitlike this, a carbon copy of a bondaged, tortured, bukakke'd black girl?I could see. “Well who knows what they'd say. But I know this: I'm just really glad it's with you sis. I really don't think I'd marry anyone else. Unless I got them pregnant I guess,” Jeff replied. Then I couldn't help but give him big hug. “I love you,” I said. “I love you too. Now get dressed already,” Jeff replied. “Hey, if anyone will be ordering people around here, it's gonna be me,” I said. “I know when we have sex you let me know that you are the man. That's not nice sis,” Jeff replied. “Well how. She was far too tired for an extended session and doubted he would be capable of the feat, having dragged the carcass of the oxen all the way back. She grasped his wrist and pulled his fingers away from her sex and placed his hand on her breast. Slowly, she wriggled down while he shuffled up. Her lips found his hairless stomach, registering the hardness of muscles below the skin. His scent came to her and inflamed her own desires. Skilfully, she encircled his cock with her hand, once again.