They circled me and pressed against me, making me the meat in a girl-girl sandwich. Okay! Eve worked at my shorts, while Allie pulled my shirt, and in...a second I was naked too. Allie reached for my cock and experimentally stroked it a time or two. "What’s it like to ride him, Evie?" she asked. "Oh, he usually rides me." Eve replied. "I like it on my back." "What, no doggiestyle?" "I’ve always been too small for that." Allie looked at me. "You poor boy! How long has it been since you took a. Sebastien didn’t take the news too well. That’s why he went out that night, got drunk and got into a scuffle. And somehow, he ended up on the news. Because he was the son of the man who could become Boston’s first Black chief of police someday. This was the beginning of dark times for Sebastien Renard and the Renard family. His father Ernest Renard watched his chance of becoming police chief all but vanish. He’d risen to the rank of sergeant within a mostly White police force because he was. I was stunned, to my surprise I found she was not wearing panty. My heart started to pump 120 times. The view was not much clear, and then I tried insert my hand between her thighs and touch the choot. Suddenly, she placed her hands in between her thighs, but still sleeping. I went for a second thought, but it said ‘stupid ass don’t miss this great chance’. Immediately I sat beside Sharmila on the sofa and placed my hand on her soft milky thigh caressed slowly and firmly. Slowly released her. I smiled.But not one hand touched me. Two did.Firmly gripping me, your hands began long, twisting, slow…wonderfully agonizing…strokes.“Open your eyes.”You knelt between my legs, elbows on the bed, eyes alternately watching your hands and my face, My eyes went from your hands to your face to your delicious ass rising behind you. I wanted to take in all at once. My cock lurched. That brought a smile to your face.“Like?” you asked as your hands twirled firmly over my swollen head, causing my hips.