I bet they smell pretty good too. Would you like to smell where you are going to cum, Ace?" With that Gwen walked over to Ace and held the wet stained...crotch of her worn panties right under his nose. "Take a big deep sniff of these babies. You are soon going to fill this sticky dirty crotch with your cum. Go ahead, smell where my wet pussy has been all day." She cooed seductively. "Lila honey," Gwen whispered. "Why don't you stroke your sweetie's giant cock while he sniffs on my dirty panties?". Joanna blushed and turned slowly, trying to watch him over her shoulder as she did so. Her ass was a perfect upside down heart, the firm globes sitting atop her well formed thighs. As she completed the turn to face him he was stroking his chin in a thoughtful manner."Well?" she asked in an impatient tone."I'm going to have to revise my earlier estimate," Scott said in an official sounding tone. "You are most definitely not a 10 and a half or 11. I would put you more on the high side of twelve,. "Kevin? It's Constance from the President's office. No hurry. When you come out I will still be here with good news."Carefully I washed my hair and face, then dried and went out to see Constance."Hey," I said seeing her patiently waiting in the recliner chair."Hey, yourself," she said, laughing."Sorry to keep you waiting. I felt hot and sweaty and needed to freshen up."Her expression was one of indulgence. She was determined to indulge me for some reason. "I have a message for you. The. It had been a very hot day and I had been on duty fanning Mistress Elizabeth and Her guest on the veranda all afternoon. I’d heard talk that there was a new kind of fan, much lighter than the heavy one I had to use but Mistress wasn’t going to pay out for something that didn’t effect Her.I was sad that I was just a slave; something inside me felt it wasn’t right. But what could I do? I was just a nigger on Massa Turner’s plantation. My days were long but I considered myself fortunate that I had.