We did that every afternoon in the eighth grade after school. It was my introduction to the world of sex and I was a convert to the way of life immedi...ately. Even now, I was loving my lips slowly flexing, pulling on her nipple as Karen stroked up and down.Then the toaster oven sounded and we disconnected from one another to have breakfast."You didn't ask me what I bartered for my boob job. Were you being gentlemanly?"I told her I wasn't, I was just busy sucking her nipple and she laughed."Well,. Please make me cum.”By then my sisters had gotten down and the two youngest girls were off playing together. Jessica was standing next to me. I watched her as she lifted Mom’s panties up to the bar. Jessica pointed out Mom’s clit to me. I found that when I rubbed the hard bump, that Mom went crazy. She loved it and kept asking me to rub harder, to rub faster, and to put more fingers in her pussy. Jessica helped out by putting her fingers in Mom’s pussy. I was using all of my effort on Mom’s. Five hours in economy seats can make you feel like a twisted pretzel. After my very long shower, I dried off in the bath and slipped on a thong and wrapped the robe around tightly, not knowing for sure what was on the other side of the bathroom door. I felt silly as I opened it and found no one there as my imagination had predicted. I walked down the hall and into my room to find the glass of red wine on the nightstand and the bed turned down with a mint on the pillow. Jeff was definitely. The next day, my two friends and I went to the mall shopping. We've been very close since our freshmen year, and we tell each other everything including our fantasies. We had already talked about our fantasies about having sex with some hot-bodied, good-looking, black guys, but we had never done that. We ran into three really nice looking black guys at the mall. They were about two or three years younger than us, but we ended up talking to them and flirting for quite a while. We told them that.