"T'is but a spiced drink not unlike Mead," she smiled as she receivedthe empty goblet."Thou might feel sleepy." They then ushered him further into the...roomand toward a very comfortable looking bed. As they led him, he lookedaround and noticed the room was decorated in a manner befitting aprincess or even a Queen."There must be some mistake," he said even as they sat him down on thebed. He lay back, almost reluctantly even as he became drowsy. Hecouldn't help but notice the tone of their voices. As they kept kissing each other, they started rubbing each other’s clits. Neena rubbed her toe over my rock solid cock. I wanted to touch them but I couldn’t. They were teasing me to death. They stopped kissing and came down to me. Reena pulled the foreskin down my shaft. She massaged it gently. Neena took something in her hand. She turned it on. It was a vibrator. She gave me a wink and placed the vibrator near the tip of my helmet. My already paining rod started to pain a lot. It was painful. There were several things that happened to me that perked my interest in black men. I grew up in Southern Calif and had no prejudice against anyone, as neither of my parents did as far as I know. I never gave any thought to, or about black men as a young woman and only viewed them as men. It was only after several experiences all sexually inspired that started my fantasy's to include them.One thing that happened to me. Was my father, he was a big hansom man that loved to drink, gamble and. I stopped just inside the door so fast that she bumped into me forcing me to take two more steps into the dim room. “What the hell?” I turned to Tina, “There's only one bed.” She peered around me to look at the sleeping arrangements. Our parents had set up a double wide air mattress made up with blankets and two pillows; the bed took up half the floor space.Tina looked at me, “We'll keep our clothes on.” She kicked off her shoes and laid down on the right side of the bed, I took the left. We.