‘Show me,’ she demanded.Michael unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor, he was still wearing her stockings and his erect cock wa... standing out in front of him.She said, ‘Oh Michael, I can see what effect my stockings have on you. Now let me see what you were doing to yourself, let me see you play with yourself.’‘Oh aunty, I can’t,’ he begged.‘OK, I’ll have to see what your mother says then,’ she replied.Michael looked at her and his hand went down to his cock, he had to admit. Lyon groaned. “You know how much I love you, Danielle?”“How much?” I asked, a giddy thrill rushing through me.“Like Mt. Everest amount.” The Black woman stepped out of her panties, her black bush trimmed and midnight-dark, a forest hiding her pussy. She straightened up. “My love can reach to the top of the highest point on earth.”“Damn,” Mrs. Solomon moaned. She kissed Ms. Lyon again.I loved the sight of their ebony and ivory bodies pressed together. My futa-dick throbbed. I had to get back to. A few weeks later we both looked on the internet , in a few differant chat rooms and we met a black guy who only lived about 35 minutes drive away from us and seemed nice , he sent us pictures through email and Suzanne really liked him , His cock looked huge in the pictures atleast 10-11 inches and also quite thick . he wasnt the best looking guy , but i prefered that to be honest , he was 30 years old , 16 younger than Suzanne but that was abit more of a turn on for us both really .Anyway ,. "You don't know that," she said, trying to cheer me up."I guarantee you that your life would be better if you had an oldersister instead of me," I said. Alana probably thought I was speakinghypothetically, but I knew better. I knew she deserved the sister she'dhad in my other life - and the only way to give her that was to get backto that life. I could've taken everything I'd learned as Alana andapplied it to being a better sibling, but it wouldn't undo the damagethat was already done."Maybe,".