He too was drifting in and out of sleep due to the heat and our infant son, but he didn’t seem to mind overmuch.Clumsy with sleep, and warmed by it,... he kissed me, his lips soft and warm on my own. The touch was slow, but it lit a fire in my belly. One of his large, strong hands drifted up to cup my breast, thumb rubbing slowly over my covered flesh.Our respective undergarments and my top were the only things separating us, and I shivered to feel against my thigh the slow, hot pulse of his. Ghar mein ajnabi admiyo ka ana jana laga rehta tha.woh raat mein usi room mein massi ke saath rukte aur hamare uthne se pehle chale jate.ab mummy bhi masi ki tarah raat ko us kamre mein jati aur wahi soti.aur us din masi hamre saath so jati. Ab hame yeh pata chal gaya tha ki masi aur mummy us kamre mein kya karti hain par hum kuch nahi kar sakte the aur hamne apne app ko usi mahol mein thal liya.garib hone ke karan mummy aur masi ke pass kapde kam the. Mere aur behan ke pass bhi kapde purane. "Sara?" and she turned to see an older man at the doorway that led back to the rooms, he was pretty average except for his muscular physique. She followed him down the hall and into a room and he closed and locked the door, which she thought a tad odd, "Don't want anyone to walk in on you," he smiled and pointed to the screen set up in the corner, "Disrobe and there is a towel for you there," and she went behind the screen as she shrugged off the locked door. She could just barely see over the. What makes it sad, is the coloured guys find it hard to accept they were used like a novelty sex toy, and then discarded, once we knew, and all after parading us around, like it's cool to have a compliant white chick on your arm, for sexual dominance, much like an old rich guy d****s us with bling, we are just property, a living breathing entity that keeps the true thing of their desires, alive warm, moist, wet, and breathing, our pussies, and when we withdraw that object of desire from those.