His hair was a little disheveled and he looked like he had a hangover. He stood there dressed in just his boxer short."Oh!" I replied turning back and... looking at Aunty Pam. I could feel my cheeks starting to blush. "I hope you don't object to what I did Becci. I was just trying to make you comfortable." "Of course, she doesn't," Aunty Pam said looking me straight in the eyes. "After what she saw and learnt about her family last night, I doubt there is anything left for her to complain about.. It is time for you to give me your cunt.”“Yes, Thrak,” I moaned, impressed the orc could go again after cumming. He was so virile, maybe I shouldn't be surprised.Xera squirmed over me as I knelt on my hands and knees. Then she knelt beside me and pulled down my leather britches. Her soft fingers ran through my shaved slit. I shuddered, my eyes rolling into my head at her soft touch. She brought her finger to her lips and licked.Her ears twitched. “Lavender. How delicious.”“Uh-huh,” I panted.. Alicia had always been intrigued by the young, handsome African male immigrants, and though she had never had sex with any of them, it was obvious that there was a mutual attraction. In fact, for nearly all these young African males, the ultimate 'fantasy' for them was to be able to fuck a white 'Nordic' female. It was the same 'fantasy' for young women like Alicia to fuck an African immigrant male!I love Alicia. I'm thrilled that she's my wife. But I had never been under any sort of delusion. Acceptance, too, flooded through him, validated by his mother’s response to what was happening. He started to feel a new stir in his cock as Dara’s hand slowly moved further up his thigh. He felt a magnetic draw as he watched and felt his mother’s hand moving along his thigh. Damian looked at Dara and she back at him. For the first time, Damian saw Dara not just as a “mother,” but as a woman. And he was powerfully aroused by her crawling fingertips. The tip of his cock, so rigid and engorged,.