I whimpered, my brother pinching my nipple, groaning as he watched us kiss.“That’s so hot, Mom,” he groaned.Mom broke the kiss. “I’m trainin...g your sister, Jalal. Do not think to lust after me. She’s the slut.”“Yes,” groaned Jalal, his dick hard again, glistening with my pussy juices.”“Now your next lesson in being a slut is cleaning a man’s cock.” Mom glanced at Jalal’s dick, licking her lips. “See how he’s coated in your whorish juices?”I nodded, a hunger swelling in me.“A slut licks a man’s. ” replied Bhagyashri. Always the kind and forgiving woman, Sanjana leaned back against the wall, rolling her eyes back in her head… Totally smitten with this girl.”You’re so forgiving. I wish it didn’t have to happen to good people like you.” Sanjana said. If Bhagya only knew just how much Sanjana was falling for her. “Do you want me to bring home anything when I get off work?” she asked, a little more energetically.”Yea.” said a flirtatious Bhagyashri. “Bring us home a pack of your favorite. I needed to dial way back on anything involving slavery and Reconstruction. That was quite possible. I could bring that down to a chapter or two and add back some of the stuff I had researched but never included. An advance was quoted of ten grand with a ten percent royalty rate. The important thing was that if the project worked, Simon & Schuster would put their impressive marketing might to push the book. That meant a book tour and interviews on television. Fifty thousand copies at thirty. I tongue her. Elena is on top of me, panting with excitement. Her bra isn’t covering much. Her soft breasts are luscious; her nipples very prevalent. Releasing her grip on my neck she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. Her ample breasts hang down from her body as she raises herself. The bra is on my chest. Slowly crawling up, she puts her right nipple at my mouth. What am I to do? Suck it, of course! Elena does taste good. With my eyes closed, I enjoy what is offered. Elena has me switch.