I had waited for this moment every since I first met her online all those months ago, wanting nothing more than to serve this ebony trans goddess anyw...y that I could. "I'm upstairs, come one up," she called to me. I quickly made my way up the staircase, my heart pounding. There she was, having just gotten out of the shower. She was putting moisturizer on her dark, glistening skin, beads of water dripping over her naked breasts, her flaccid cock hanging seductively between her legs. I bit my lip. ’ Tilda smiled and took my arm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cien was seated at the Laird’s chair speaking softly to one of his soldiers when he caught a flash of color out of the corner of his eye. Glancing up, he lost all thought. Rose was walking down the steps, arm in arm with Tilda. She wore a beautiful dress made of rose colored satin, that made Cien’s hands ache with the urge to touch it. Would it be as soft as her skin? ‘Laird?’ Snapped out of his day dream, he looked back at. Finally as we were adult now the time we took bath as children seemed so far away and when I looked next to me I saw a young man. A handsome young man. I was still a virgin and honestly I didn't think my teasing and rubbing in that bed would get that far. As I rubbed my tits to his chest, our skin separated by those nasty pieces of cloth, I felt something changed about him. I felt his breath going harder, same as mine and I wanted to have him, NOW. I looked deep into Bryan’s eyes; he was. Most of the boys stuck to beer, while the girls, Jennifer included, followed the local tradition. They were drowning their inhibitions – if any - in Bundy-and-Coke. And as the hours passed, in the mix in their glasses, the golden glow of the Bundaberg rum prevailed more and more over the sobering brown of the Yankee Cola.The boys, as usual in their parties, outnumbered the girls by about two to one. Therefore, they soon divided into one matey group of serious drinkers and the boys on the make..