" Pull my panties off, nigger," she ordered Shanika. "Pull them off,my little black bitch."The black girl stopped tonguing the white man's ass and mo...ed aroundto remove Helen's panties. The white woman lifted her hips to allowher slave girl to pull them down her legs and off. She spread herlegs and her husband got between them, mounting her."Now put them over your head, you black bitch," she said. "Nopeeking."The panties were wet and smelled of Helen's musk. Shanika put them onover her. I nodded shyly, and he proceeded to hoist me up on his lap and seat me over his toweled thighs. I could feel a lump between my ass cheeks, but with the towel in between I didn't pay much attention to it. Then Coach Bill started jacking my cock, holding it with two fingers and his thumb (it only took two fingers to hold it in those days), but nothing happened. I guess I just didn't realize the sexiness of the situation, and since this was a man doing it to me, I didn't understand just what he. The girls' attention was on Karl's lower legs and feet as they struggled to finish their task. When they were done, they turned and looked at Karl. His cock was at half-mast and pointed right at them. Both girls gasped. Margret was right there to take the lead."Karl, move forward and open your knees," she instructed. "Girls, watch as Karl becomes fully erect." As predicted, Karl's cock continued to inflate, pointing ever upward until it flopped onto his abdomen.Alise moved in closer. "Can I. “What, Momma?” Her mom came in and closed the door behind her as if there was someone else in the house, though there wasn’t. Maybe she just didn’t want the light from the hallway to illuminate them. Her mom crossed to the bed and sat next to Tamara. “I wanted to talk to you,” her mom said. “I know that Greg left a little while ago and I just thought it’d be a good time for us to chat a moment.” “Okay,” Tamara said rubbing her eyes as if she’d been asleep. She could smell her delicious pussy.