She spent many afternoons playing in the forest while her parents where out, only coming out for lunch. One day Monique was sitting by the river readi...ng when she heard a noise, which sounded like leaves moving, and faint moans, she went to investigate. Monique had gone but a few yards when she found the cause of the strange noises, to her horror she saw a young slave boy, he had obviously just been beaten by one of the overseers. Monique was stunned and rushed to the boy’s side, he was startled. But I guess the look onmy face was guilty enough to be believed. It was true, after all. Betsycouldn't believe what I had said and before she knew it, she had pouredhalf the ketchup bottle on her burger!"Anyway, one thing led to another and soon all those girls were hoveringaround me, asking me sex advice. Me! Well, I told them some of myfantasies about the shower and when they all confessed how self consciousthey felt around boys I said I certainly could relate to that!"I also had noticed. After perusal of the instruction Michaela understood this device allowed a woman to emulate a man in bringing sexual satisfaction to another womanAt Michaela's office, Colleen had now shed her clothes and was on the examining table between Graces thighs. She was fucking her pubic mound into Graces pussy. Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh Grace moaned as Colleen repeatedly mashed her clit under her grinding pubic bone. Agh agh aaaagh aaaagh Colleen honey, fuck me oh god honey fuck me.Michaela had managed to. If you're up for a little fun and games now and then, so are we.” Well, I didn't much like the remark about me crappin' out but the rest of her statement was right up my alley. I rose, walked over, tucked one under each arm and escorted them to the shady spot where we slept the previous night. From then on, for an interval, all that could be seen was clothing flying every which direction. As it was dark the previous evening I could only appreciate the bounty I had was by feeling, which I did.