My instincts told me to leave but my curiosity and bizarre sexuality begged me to stay.As I re-entered the family room I noticed that his wife, Joan, ...and two of the daughters were no longer there. As Atkins excused himself to the bathroom I ventured down the hall. As I peeked into one of the bedrooms I alarmingly saw the oldest blonde daughter, Sandy, seated on a bed as one of the tall black African was rubbing her cheeks with his long erect black cock. The African then reached around and. It would be a while until I would be able to find out for herhusband came back from a business trip and spent a couple of weeks athome. I only got to talk with her a couple of times over the back fenceand she never mentioned our last evening together. We just talkedabout inconsequential things as we usually did in public. I rarelyvisited her when her husband was home and now I was on pins andneedles waiting for him to leave again.In the privacy of my room I examined my little member and. The bedsprings creaked loudly and Ryan gasped for air. He reached for his ear to feel if it was still attached to his head and then ran his other hand across his head hoping all of his hair was still there. Ryan heard growling and looked down to see Stella had recovered and crawled onto her hands and knees. She eyed him wildly. “I’m gonna suck your cock — give you the best head of your life, stud.” Ryan’s eye brows raised and he pulled himself up onto his elbows. “Uh… oh… okay.” (I’m ready. I swear I could feel the warmth emitting from her crotch. As ordered, I gingerly grabbed the side of her panty crotch, and clawed at the fabric. I don't know why I thought it would take some work, like some steel chastity belt, but the thin cotton easily pulled aside.My hand grazed my sister's pubic hair. She was, as I knew, a natural blonde, although her pussy hair appeared slightly darker than the hair on her head. It appeared to be trimmed away from the sides of her crotch, and maybe cut.