You know shorter than me and slim built. I’m not no big nigga. I’m like 5’10” and a buck sixty. Her skin was almost as dark as mine, but hers ...ad an apricot tint to it. She had a short hairdo that was straightened and had plum highlights. Her studio apartment was dimly lit and smelled like cinnamon rolls. She offered me a seat on the futon.“Would you like a drink,” she asked.“Yeah! What you got?”“Vodka. Whiskey. Milk. Juice. Soda.”“Whiskey.”She came back with a red plastic cup and a bottle of. “Hi Sam,” “Hi, ladies.” They sat in the deck chairs. We talked about nothing much, but the thought in the back of our minds was the sex Carol and I had in front of them culminating with my penis in Carol’s ass. At that point Carol walked over. She had on a flimsy T-shirt that revealed her pointy nipples perfectly. She had on the bottom half of a bikini. “Hello, Sam,” “Hi, Carol.” She came up on the deck and sat down and crossed her sexy legs. I kept glancing at her chest, and with the memory of. I felt Martin position himself on the bed and then felt his bulbous cockhead rubbing firmly along my slit. God it felt good. I gasped as Martin's prick slid smoothly into me, lodging deep inside my aching pussy. Alison had moved her hands to my breast and started gently caressing their outer sides, all the while now staring deeply in to my eyes. To begin with, Martin kept his cock buried deeply in my and just rocked back and forth, before he started up a slow, steady and firm rhythm. His huge. To tell you the truth, it'sbeen difficult being the only boy in the house." "I know honey," said Mom reassuringly and gave me a hug. "It's beendifficult for me too raising a boy by myself." She paused and thenadded, "You should have seen me trying to teach you to pee standingup." Beth and Susie started laughing. "Mom! Please!" Then Mom got serious. "You know, it really would be nice having threegirls. Would you like to keep on being Jenny?" "Are you serious? You want me to be Jenny?" "It's up.