He dipped a finger under the thong and tugged it down his wife’s legs, and groaned loudly at the sight of her hairless mound. He tossed the thong as...de, the smell of her arousal in the air as he traced the wet crease of her pussy lips with his finger tip. Greg shuddered as he felt pre-cum drip from the tip of his confined cock. “Mhmm, Savanna when did you do this?” He tugged his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants that were getting very constricting by the minute. Savanna smiled “you like it?. I glanced at Mom and Sue out of the corner of my eye. They had retreated to the love seat and Sue was watching Neeka suck my clit with her mouth hanging open and her tongue moving around it like she wished she were Neeka and could taste my flesh for herself. Mom had her hands under Sue's blouse, massaging her breasts and rubbing her nipples. I heard a moan and couldn't be sure whose it was. I looked down and saw Jim kneeling behind Neeka. He had her skirt up around her waist and had his hand. ..”“What? Oh my God, I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me. Did she do something with Ted? Tell me,” Donna peppered me with questions and demands as only a teenage girl could.“That is for her to tell, not me.” I said holding my hands up in surrender, but do the gentlemanly thing and maintain my silence.“You suck!”“Did she say anything else about me?”“Yeah, she sure did,” Donna said. “She asked me if my nosy little brother was going to leave us alone.”“What? She’s still pissed off at. Like your father said about Omar, Osman is also, to us, an important part of our lives, even though we are unable to be together. Still, he shares a bond with us just as Omar."I thought about the next question that had arisen in my mind."Are you going to have any other c***dren by other African men?" Yes," my mother replied, without any pause. "Just not this year."My feelings were a little confused, but one thing that wasn't confusing to me, was the fact that my non-biological father had always.