Sylvia was stretched out on the couch, and it almost looked like she was sleeping. She was still wearing her long black gown that she always wore, one...slender thigh poking elegantly from the slit along the side.Christian was seated comfortably in one of the soft looking chairs, his hands resting on the arms and a blank expression on his face. He almost looked as though he'd just dozed off watching tv. If there'd been a tv in the room.Anita was the strangest of the three. She was kneeling down. When she was totally spread-eagle I stood back and said, "You look good like that, isn't that feeling of sexual excitement good? Look at that lovely pussy, I can see the effect things are having on you." I reached out and ran a finger gently over her slightly open lips and little clit. She moaned a bit and I said, "doesn't that feel good?" I did it again and she moaned again, this time louder. I can take a hint and I started working on her pussy with one hand and, after a while, my mouth, while. BTW, Sandy told me the said yes to Eugene, that's her white boyfriend who has been wanting to marry her for years. She says he's rich enough to afford a really big family, which is good because Leroy wants lots of children. They've set the date for the wedding but she promises to bring her knocked-up tummy back from honeymoon in plenty of time for my delivery. Having set the date with Eugene, she and has set the date for with Leroy for going off the pill so she'll be fertile and he can make her. I ran my tongue through the forest of soft curly hair to find her tower of pleasure, which I encircled with my own lips, and sucked gently and battered it with my tongue. I then went back south to visit her flowing entrance to nirvana. Soon I could hear a high-pitched sound, although muffled by her vise like thighs that surely meant that she was achieving a release of her pent-up desire. After three more screeching climaxes, my hair was yanked up from her center and pulled to kiss my juice.