We got back to the house, and she went into our bedroom. Our house only had two bedrooms. Dad and Cindy in one. Me and my stepsisters in the other. I ...id have it to myself for the last year, but not now. I stayed up for awhile and then went off to bed. Cindy and Dad followed soon after. I heard them as I was undressing, with only a night light on in the room. "Peter, please?" That was Sheila, lying in bed with only her panties on, and whispering to me. Her breasts were exposed as she lifted up. You see, in the Haitian church where I was raised, I always found it odd that God was considered an old white man in the sky while the Devil was a black guy with horns, a furry body and cloven hooves. What the hell? Good is considered white and black is considered evil. As a black man, that stung me to the depths of my soul. Christianity wasn’t for me. My fellow Haitians, sons and daughters of Africans who were the first to overthrow white oppression, continue to be mentally enslaved. Every. Which, of course, I did!As quickly as that word pasted my lips, her mouth gobbled up the purple knob at the end of my cock. Her tongue made it feel like I had airplanes circling, diving and doing loops around the head of my dick. As I watched I could see her cheeks move outward as her tongue swirled around my swollen cockhead. She really knows how to treat a guy’s dick, that’s for sure! She popped my member out of her mouth, looked up at me and said, “One more thing, I forgot to tell you, they. Nothing ventured nothing gained I thought. Standing carefully I gathered you in my arms and gently laid you on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace.I softly kissed you, on your forehead. Without warning, your bathrobe fell open. Your soft, but pert bare breast brushed against my arm. My left hand slid up your stomach, cupped your B-cup breasts. You opened your eyes and looked at me. "What are you doing?" you exclaimed."Hush, darling," I said. "I want to find you again. I need to.