She kept their money, usually in the front pocket of her jeans. She always had the money. And now, here it was. He knew this was not a good sign, but ...it was a sign. He knew for sure that something had gone wrong for her, something had gone horribly wrong. She had been taken down this path, he knew, and at some point she’d reached in her pocket and dropped this money. For him, to give him a clue. To tell him something. It’s all she’d had.He squatted, and carefully picked up every coin he could. Expectation was high as we wondered what he might do next, but he was calm and spoke softly. He made some tea for himself, and then came onto the subject of us and why we were nude all the time on the pipes. Our only response was it felt good, to which he laughed, and scolded us for being so naughty and so on. Soon we were at ease as it looked as though he was not getting into the sex thing, he was just enjoying the company of two rogueish girls discovering their own bodies. But Sarah was. I squeezed my shaft hard, pulling outward, forcing a pre-cum to the tip. I ran a trail of pre-cum across her cheek, from her cheek bone to the corner of her mouth. Our eyes connected once again. Sensing my desires, she turned her head towards me, she looked into my eyes as she opened her mouth, her warm soft lips gliding over my cock head as she took me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around my cock meat as I moaned. “Ahhhhhhh fuck yes Amy, suck me.” I moaned out. She continued to rub her. In turn, it seemed to become more like a source of tremendous curiosity and visual stimulation for the 13 white wives, who as typically happens, shared their own experiences with Tra’mon with one another.Yes, by the end if the holiday Tra’mon managed to pay a visit with each couple and when he was finished introducing each of them he helped steer all of us into a new lifestyle, one with was both sexually very pleasurable as well as socially liberating.That next morning was Saturday the fouth..