Those hands were, in fact, between her thighs, one with two fingers deep in her own pussy and the other manipulating her clit with the other. Her clot...es were gone...not removed and on the floor; just gone. The closet was no longer throbbing with eldritch energies.Speaking of throbbing...Alright, I thought, no need to hold back! I thrust harder and faster, spurred on by the sight of the raven haired beauty pleasuring herself, as well as the Nubian/feline vision below me, yowling for my sperm.I. I still did not know what words meant, the food was still spicy & my freind's dad was still after me. I nicknamed him Punjabi Daddi, my friend thought I was being funny, stupid, silly. I guess he thought he was a surrogate dad or something. So we lived I this huge house, a maid still eyeing me a certain way I cannot describe. Nothing came between us, she knew what I was about. While Punjabi Daddi would get hard once a week, the day & hour was always at random. I would be in the bathroom drying. "You think? That's OK, I like Sam. Candace seems to have the hots for you old boy, too." Don't think so. but I like her too. Nice people."She nodded and pressed close. Is that thing poking me because you danced close and slow with our neighbor?" No, couldn't be. I'm not that kind of boy!" he laughed.They were joined by two other couples from the neighborhood and another round of drinks showed up.After a few rounds of drinks and more dancing, Jackie and Candace went off together to the ladies'. "Bill, he kick me out," she said in a soft voice. "I got no place to go so I hide here." Why did he kick you out?" He t'ink I fuck Alvin Monson," she whispered."Did you?"Before she looked down, I thought I caught a glimpse of a little smile. "Yes." she murmured. "Bill, he old man. Alvin, he young man. Young man better fuck than old man."Well, that made sense. I gave her the threadbare towel that came with the room and a bar of soap from my gear, and sent her to the bathroom at the end of the.