Blonde, redhead. He made love to her over and over in all the different ways. He would taste every part of her. From the curve of her eyebrow to the c...rve of her foot. His mouth trailed kisses and nibbles on every inch of her skin. Her eyes would flutter closed, her back would arch. She would grab his head when it was buried between her legs, strangling him against her. Begging for him.He would wake up feeling a little guilty. She was a brunette. And he still wanted her, and hated himself for. “What took you so long, I needed you?” I asked while thrusting her.“Madam held me back. She was really angry at you but then she removed all her anger on me. It isn’t fair. That …”I spanked hard to interrupt her, “Don’t talk about my mother like that.”I was sleepy and yet I fucked her as I do every alternate night. Usually, I am fucking her from behind fucking her in the doggy style. She seems to have no interest in the action. But that night things were different.“I want to look at you.” She. .please."Your brother is going to be taken care of by my friend. He will be no threat. He too will have a black sexual experience...he just doesn't know it yet."Tia nervously replied, " That African with him is gay?....Oh my gosh...Shawn has never had sex with a man before." He will have it soon and will enjoy it," the African replied.Just as the African said that, he griped Tia tightly and placed his lips on her mouth. Tia's eyes grew wide and although shocked, she was even more aroused as. She hasn't had the chance to talk to anyone." The boy let out a small sigh and smiled "Your sister won't let me finish a word for the first couple of hours." I smiled back and finished my cup of coffee watching Marie look for her passport. At half past nine I finally waved the blue Fiat goodbye. It was almost possible to hear Marie's voice still echoing from the walls. My younger sister had been staying with me for eight months and was as much a part of the place as the paintings on the walls.