“He’s a kinky hot fuck, but I like chicks as well,” whispered Christina into my ear drunkenly, squeezing my hand mischievously as she did so. I ...uess I was surprised by Christina’s lewd openness, but certainly not offended since I am bisexual myself and very much on the kinky side. It was surprising because she was all so polite and professional during work hours, and I had no idea she would be so forthcoming with personal information. For the next hour or so Christina kept all of ours drinks. "As the dream faded Seth remembered seeing Robert march away for the last time. He looked out the barracks' window at the cloudless sky that promised another day of exhausting heat. Seth pulled on his pants and shoes, and he and Jefferson used the fort's sinks and then had breakfast with some of the artillerymen.Jefferson took some heavy-handed joshing from the black soldiers in the company. They called him "Gran'pa" and asked was he the real Uncle Tom they had heard so much about. Jefferson. .. please... stop." Maybe, sub-consciously, Beth knew that her panting protest was really an invitation to continue because the spreading dampness and the grasping of her pussy told her that she really didn't want him to stop. Brad was able to insinuate a finger so that it was massaging her crack, and as he pushed against her clit with his finger, a mini-orgasm flashed through her, and in reaction she spread her thighs apart.Brad was now able to massage the length of her crack, from the clit. They jiggle in his top as hemakes his way over to my chair. His face is full of make-up with fakeeyelashes, orange eyeshadow (to match his bikini), and bright pink lipgloss. He picks up a bottle off the concrete and squirts oil onto hishands. I remain lounging on my back.Me: Start with mommy's feet. I need oil everywhere.He slowly begins rubbing the oil in. He uses both hands to slowlymassage the oil into the tops of my feet before making his way up mylegs. He continually replenishes his hands.