I could understand if they do. I don't want to intrude and I've been spending a lot of time here lately.Jan got up and sat in my lap. She put her arm ...round my neck and said, "My girlfriends and I love each other. But we get all of the female company we can stand. It's nice having a man around. If you really want to see us happy, come by when the pool man is here."Jan is a hugger. I noticed that about her right from the beginning. Huggers usually make me uncomfortable. But not Jan. You can't. Goods purchased by one village were traded to neighbors farther south. Those neighbors used some and traded the rest to villages even farther south.Twenty-five men had stayed behind to begin building a small, fortified village with the aid of two hundred slaves the Sultan had given us as a gift. In our village, his representative would trade with gold nuggets and gold bars since it would no longer be in their country; the port was ours, and our laws applied there.I was so excited that I was. It seemed being an anal whore ran in the family.She wasn’t able to say another word, for Jill had gotten on her hands and knees and had pushed her daughter’s face into her perfect ass. The only sounds now were my grunts, Jill’s moan, Ashley’s stifled whine of kinky ecstasy, and the squishing sound of my cock punishing her asshole.After several minutes of sexual nirvana, I shot a massive load of sperm up into Ashley, causing her to cum. Exhausted, Ashley collapsed on the bed. Sensing this, Jill. "Brian was so proud of me it was embarrassing. Without specifics, he told them I made well over three times what he made a year. He held me up as an example to the young women and girls there, telling them anything was possible if they worked hard enough.One of the older men said something to him in Italian that made him color. There was a sharp exchange, and Brian actually got up and walked around the block. The air was a frosty for a little while when he got back.I asked Aunt Rita what was.