I was just as open to the idea of your mother having Omar's baby (which is YOU) as she was. I saw no harm in it. I still don't."I thought about my oth...er sibling, two years younger than I, and that she had darker skin than either of my parents; and it suddenly occurred to me, that she, too, had a black father just as I did; and perhaps by the same man; and I inquired about that, too."Your younger sister has a different biological father," my mother replied.I sat there thinking about that for a. We’d sneak our hands down another one’s pants during math class. We’d lick an earlobe at lunch. Sometimes there were boyfriends and girlfriends from outside our group, but they never last. That ambiance, that intertwining friendship, became the closest thing I ever had to the relationship those k**s in The Dreamers had with each other. Klay and me never did anything with each other, but the girls had no reservations. We were in a boarding school. When the boys went to their separate dormitories. In an instant he was there, slamming his cock in my wet cunt. I cried out in surprise. It hurt, never before had he fucked me this forcefully. Fast and hard he fucked me, his hot breath in my ear. It was hard to bear and I whimpered, tried to hold still. Growling with pleasure he fucked me, burying himself deep with each thrust, his balls slapping my sensitive clit. I moaned, in pain this time, and held my breath as I felt his knot begin to swell. Twice he shoved his dick deep inside, deeper. “Not to have to choose?”“Yes Mistress. Very.”“I wouldn’t have minded you choosing her. Even if you’re my man, you’re a man. Strange is a natural impulse.”“Yes Mistress.”“Condom cum slut?”“Bag,” she murmured.“No. Stay. Nasty?”“Yes Mistress.”“He won’t steal anything, Keiko,” Zooey said quietly. “Now keep pleasuring me, little slave girl.”Keiko nodded and returned to her task.Nate gloved up and sank into tightness.“Ooh,” Keiko moaned.“Quiet, slut,” Zooey spanked her.Nate had a cock that matched.