Markusmerely smiled, nodding. "They're yours now, Andrea dear. Come on, let'sget those feet inside. Markus supported Jeremy as he lifted up his legint...o hers, struggling for a moment. Finally there was confirmation asAndrea's cock tightened and started to rise as she put in her other leg,aligning Jeremy's crotch with hers. Markus stepped around the back of hiswife pulling up the zipper to the back of her red-haired head. Itdisappeared, and he finally had his wife again. Though, very. It was Juvenile's "Back That Ass Up." They promptly began to twerk with veracity. After the song began, Milo came out and watched them. I promised that I would protect my new investment. So, one eye was on Milo and the other was on the twerking asses of Peaches and Kitty.Peaches kept it basic, which I appreciated. She shook her tight athletic ass, dropped her pants and underwear quickly and efficiently, and proceeded to shake it again. She spanked her tight ass a few times, bending over,. " You said slaves back there," I reminded her."Right, they sells 'em, they says, folk, y'knows, but more'n jus' tattle, to the swells to do with what they wants." She nodded in agreement with herself and then pushed a thick lock of hair out of her face. It was a good face, open and honest, bright-eyed. She licked her lips and looked at me with hunger of a different kind."Who says, who sells them?" I asked, refilling her mug.She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and sat back against the. “Oh, that stings Jimmy…”“You taste so good” He moved his attention to her other breast as his hand found her well used wet tit. Molly found herself gyrating her pelvis against the hard ridge growing behind his denims. Her panting felt loud in her ears, the wet sounds of his mouth, the moist heat below her waist, were all making her feel uncomfortable in her skin, like a thousand burning ants were crawling all over her but somehow she liked it. “Jimmy I feel.. I need… please I….” Molly panted..