With the two younger ones, I’d sometimes play Monopoly. We’d go to their tree house and smoke. When we all admitted we didn’t inhale, though we ...laughed and laughed, cousins not having to pretend things.When the two of them and I raked leaves — not that big of a task for a trio — we’d play King of the Mountain and bury each other, the two letting me rub their fronts and goosing me back. Not for that long, usually, except for the time when our mothers came out on the porch and both of the twins. My wife would say meal tonight & fun, so we go into town pick up what we need then come home have sleep for an hour or two?about 4:30 I start the meal then about 5:30 wife go up stairs ask me to give her shave, while she getting ready for me to shave her I would run the bath.after I shaved her all over how she looks like little girl bold?I would push her back pull her legs open wide go down to her pussy start lick round her pussy then open up pussy lips start to work on her clit, go up & down. “Hell yeah, faggit! Straight up stress relief!”“Yes, sir!”“You should see this big nigga dick tearing up yo’ punk ass white boi hole!”“I bet it looks good!”“It damn sho’ do, bitch! We makin’ us a flick when we git out!”“I’d love that!”“You my li’l white slave!”“Yes, master!”“It’s Big Black Buck Daddy Master to you, white boi!”“Yes, Big Black Buck Daddy Master. Use me like you need to.”“If you a good li’l white boi slave tomorrow, I’ma be gentle and make love to yo’ punk ass at night. Make yo’. I watched how her unconstrained breasts filled the voluminous shirt; they did not project quite so far horizontally as in the bookshop but as she moved about we could all see how the overhang of the shirt, only loosely tucked into the jeans, was filled with tit. As she bent forward to clear the table, the shirt changed shape uncannily to accommodate the now freely hanging breasts, and when she had to lean right across to gather items from the far side, her tits were squeezed between her body.