Marci had to be lead to the right conclusion. Kimberly replied and asked Marci why she cared what her racist parents thought. Kimberly hadn’t cared ...what her racist parents thought. Marci said that her parents weren’t racist. She hadn’t known that Kimberly’s parents were racist but had been taught in school that racists are good in hiding their racism and thought that Kimberly must know. Kimberly responded that all older white people are racists and that it was up to white girls like them to. “And me too,” spoke Jake from somewhere above us. Evie and I stilled what we were doing and scrambled up to find a very naked Jake standing behind us, his erection saluting Evie and I. He had a lopsided grin as he watched us play with each other. “Don’t let me stop you, ladies,” he cajoled as he walked over to the loveseat for a better view. He sat down, placed his hand on his pecker and slowly began stroking himself. “You ladies have no idea how much I’ve fantasized a girl-on-girl action. Reaching for the shower gel, I let the slippery soap bubbles run down my body, trailing from my shoulders to my breasts and down to my pussy. As I ran my hands over my body gently caressing the skin, I closed my eyes imagining they were Jessica’s hands and that she was standing naked in the shower with me. I slid my right hand down to my pussy, allowed my fingers to linger on the slightly parted outer lips, and let my middle finger gently rub the nub of my clit. I touched my nipples with my. She then rose and threw her beautiful arms around my body. I equally embraced her, our tongues intertwined in a loving kiss.We were for some minutes thus deliciously employed, murmuring sweet words of the rapture we had all enjoyed. At last, we disengaged ourselves and proceeded to a general purification.After our ablutions, we all three lay down on the bed together for a cuddle. Mamma's hands soon wandered to our two pricks, which her soft fingers knew so well how to raise into pristine vigor..