'' she repeated the line that headed the video I was half way through watching.''You watched this last night?'' she asked.''Well,'' I tried desperatel... to think of a lie but not a single one came to my mind. She smiled a little as she watched me struggle, ''Yes.'' I finally answered. ''I was a little turned on last night. Seeing you wriggle around trying to free yourself from your dress, turned me on.'' I confessed.''Is it the first time you've been turned on by me?'' she asked.I didn't know. Words spoken were sometimes very direct, "You may be a part of this family, but that doesn't mean we have to love or accept you", to having my mother point out some woman or girl and say, "She's just exactly like the daughter I should have had instead of you."Somehow in my mother's hypochondriac and drug-demented mind, she took this "fault of mine", to an extreme. In her fantasy world, her daughter would have always been there to take care of her. All the problems caused by being caught. God, she was hot.She seemed to radiate sex even though she was dressed in a rather odd, decidedly unsexy, outfit."Oh darling, I have missed you all so much, I can't wait to get the three of you home." Azzo smiled broadly, his white teeth gleaming in stark contrast to his coal-black African skin. He hugged Monique again pressing his semi-erection into her. She smiled up at him. God, he feels huge she thought. Why was it the black men in Jamaica were so well endowed? She knew she should not. Another girl appears beside me and caresses mybreast as I sacrifice one hand which slides up mystomach to my chest. She kisses me as she touches me,squeezing my nipple softly, constantly looking to myeyes for confirmation that it feels good. She licks mynipples, kissing the tips but only ever one at a time.I imagine I can hear soft moans and whispers of `yes'as other girls around me are being loved whichheightens the sensations I'm feeling. The girl on mytoes sucks them harder as my muscles.