Sitting there looking at this young Julie wondered who she was and why in the hell was she there for. “Anita this is Julie” Anita looked down at t...he black woman sitting there. She knew that she was probably her uncle’s lover. Since he had been gone Anita’s mother had told her daughter stories of her uncle’s sexual escapades, not knowing that her daughter had been one of his conquest“How do you do”? Anita asked, never taking her eyes off of Julie.“Who’s she” Julie asked with a touch of jealousy. Her hand slipped from his balls to the side of his shaft, trapped now against the side of his leg as she sucked the tip with her cheek pressed against his thigh. There was a clumsiness to her hunger. Her lips pushed and pulled against his flesh like a young horse anxious to jump the starting bell. But there was a patience in her, too. She held his cock in her mouth as if she were planning to keep him there for a while. Tasting him. Exploring the texture and contour of his head. “This not. I also know that it was a one-time thing and she is really not very active in the sexual sense. Okay now back to the story.I really didn’t want Heather to wake up my girlfriend. I said that since your mom is sleeping, I could rub your back if you want me too. She thought about it for a minute or so and finally whispered yes. So she walked back over to her bed and lay back down next to her sister who is sleeping very soundly. For visual purposes here, you should know that my girlfriend and. “Relax, I’m not Michelle’s first hubby, Warren. He’s into men. I’m not. I definitely prefer women. And I was also being a little facetious. You’re more than welcome to make yourself at home, stud. I could use the help with all three of my lovely ladies. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a fifty-seven year old man to keep up with three constantly horny sluts, not that I mind, but I suspect that I was going to be fucked into the grave, sooner or later. There are worse ways to go, but I’m.