I used to write said Rachael. Back in college. God its been years. Her face took on a far-off look. What did you write, he asked. And how did it make... you feel? Rachael smiled. Oh, silly stuff. Some poetry, some short stories. Nothing really. I kept a journal for years. It always calmed me. Made me feel at peace, you know? Well, silly me, of course you would know. Brain smiled back and asked, If it made you feel good, why dont you still write? Rachael became very quiet. I stopped when my. She was biting my chest part and I was enjoying it very much and breathing very heavily.She went down and pulled down my shorts and then my vest. My dick was already hard on and wanted to come out. It was really hard, and hot, which Radhika held with her hand and started moving my up and down. I wanted to her to now suck which she did without wasting a single second. She started rolling her tongue on my hard- hot dick, then rolling on my shaft and then licking my balls.She then fully took my. "Ma Massa not do ma chores, wouldn't be right."Sona would be watching jealously while making supper but since Paul was usually out somewhere on the farm, that's all she could do. I could sense that she had strong feelings for me; stepping out of line behind her husband's back however, was not in her makeup. She would smile at me as Honeybee blew me and sort of rub her thighs together as she tended her cooking. Once Paul came in and she or Honeybee got him washed, Sona was quick to satisfy him. She looked toward the bed where her new husband was lying dead to the world, and sucked her teeth in annoyance. Carrying her drink, she moved toward the front door, opened the screen and went out. She wandered down toward the swimming pool and thought of going for a swim. It seemed a wonderful idea. All she had to do was put on her bathing suit and then she could enjoy the smooth warm water. But it seemed too much effort to go inside again, so Carolyn decided to swim in her panties and.