The black man in the middle slowly made his way over to sister Ashley. He was a beefy looking man with a shaved head. Standing behind her, he easily p...cked her up and carried her over to the bed where the two other black men were waiting.As the beefy man put sister Ashley down on her back, he got up on top of her. Reaching down, he grabbed his thick black cock and gently began to ease the tip into sister Ashley’s awaiting pussy.“Ohhhh,” As sister Ashley moaned out the women in the room all. Cassie looked at Lachie who was still lying on his stomach watching TV. ?Turn the TV off and go and eat breakfast Lachlan. I won't ask you again.? She snapped amazed at how much she sounded like her own mother. When both kids were at the table and eating Cassie literally dashed to the bathroom and launched herself into a shower reasoning that she could avoid yet another embarrassing time of sitting to pee and wipe and save time by attending to her bulging bladder in the shower. She realised too. With a little more, women were begging for sex. When she went all out, straight women, asexual women ... even nominally frigid women would be on their knees for her, tongues out in desire for what she could give them. She'd had them all. Hundreds.And this one would be even easier. Reese gave off all the vibes of a little subbie lesbo slut. Perhaps a little too innocent to have indulged and practiced, but it was evident from the bashful looks and lowered eyes. Delightful!Now Reese was sitting on. I put a full length mirror on the door and hung every thing appropriate on hangers I fabricated. The rest went into a chest of drawers I made. My sanctuary was turning into a "home away from home."I wanted to duplicate my bedroom at home, but I did not yet know how to copy something soft, so I couldn't make a mattress. I jumped back home and told Dad the problem. He suggested that I use the spare bedroom furniture that was now stored in the attic. I had completely forgotten that furniture; it.