Molly had a purpose. The house rested with its back yard adjoining a golf course. Plenty of cold white canvas to work with.That purpose wasn't why we ...didn't join the orgy. To me, orgies represented business, sex to be filmed, and left me cold. The only multiple lovers I enjoyed on one bed were my women, all of whom besides Molly joined the wall to wall complexly undulating pile of flesh. Molly felt the same as me, except to her the pretense of performing for the camera in character allowed her. ‘I mean, what if they think I hurt you both or something. I don’t want to be responsible for that.’ Inna didn’t look up from her sewing. ‘Never ye mind that. Ye just sit right back there, and enjoy yer self, now.’ I was not convinced. If something happened to Grace, there was a good chance I would be blamed for it. I knew enough history to know that if they already thought me a witch, and something bad happened to either Inna or Grace… well you know the saying ‘Off with her head?’ It wouldn’t. . with her eyes still closed, her lips searched mine. We kissed for a whole minute, untill something smelled strong-er than it should. Mom quickly opened her eyes, let go of my dick, trying to get out of my firm hug only then realizing who she talked to all this time... but not getting a chance to discuss anything she ran to pull the dinner out of the oven and I stepped backwards, getting out of her way, all the while feeling a bit guilty if I ruined moms dinner.... I stood there looking at her. It was a Saturday night in the fall of 1999. My husband D and I were out hitting a few of the regular bars, and before heading home we stopped at one last bar. It was a sports bar in Escondido, a few miles from where we lived in San Diego at the time. The place was about half full when we walked into the bar area around midnight.By now, after watching interracial videos and from listening to my GF Sandy tell us stories about her experiences, I was beyond curious about Black Men. Dee was always.