.. well, I was an American, like it or not. She was never naturalized, something that always puzzled. She lived in the United States, gave birth to th...ee Americans, married an American, divorced the same American, and yet she always remained proudly and staunchly French to her core.Séraphine Ariane Duclos, that was her name by birth. She wed my father, Anton Marko Petrovic, years back. He was the son of a Macedonian immigrant who fled Tito’s rise to power. There was some lingering speculation. Together we sucked, keeping time by the squeezes on my nip, and brought the dark-skinned girl to a climax. Abby made sure that all the other girls had their fill of pleasure, and then we all got up and hugged one another.While all this was happening, I was watching two boys about thirty yards away. I'd noticed them before, watching the class and smiling at us as they fondled their erections. They must have been standing there like that for an hour or so. I had wondered why they didn't just cum. Although he didn't seem so concerned with that. He still hadn't said anything. Then, seeming abrupt to me, he just sort of got up on all fours, and stepped over me, on all fours about me... and my panties got roughly yanked down. I was in a sort of bodystocking that attached to the leg portions with a stretching lace garter, sewn on. I didn't want to ruin it, as it was a bit hard to get ahold of clothes while i lived with my parents. So i was stuck. my legs together, panties on my mid thighs,. My tongue moved delicately to her slit. I ran my tongue along it and heard her moan softly. For some reason that turned me on more than anything and I set about seeing how much more I could make her moan. I dipped my tongue inside her, finding her clit and flicking it ever so softly. ‘Oh God, Jenni, yes,’ I heard her whisper as I felt her pushing herself forward, wanting me to press deeper. I did as she desired, and entered her, feeling more experienced by the second, I sucked her clit between.