I was now standing in my room with just a pillowcase over my head and my boxer briefs the only thing hiding my harden cock from her.She grasped my thi...ghs and turned me around until I was facing her. With her kneeling my cock had to be almost face level and only covered by my briefs. I moved a hand to the bottom of my briefs and worked it up the leg. She slid it higher and higher until she touched my cock. I jumped a little as her fingers touched me but she ran her hand the rest of the way up. I ordered a pizza. For some strange reason I wasn't horny. Weird, she asked a question: Have you ever been with a White women? It's been over 10yrs. She asked why? I said, "It's a list of reasons. I wasn't their type, bad timing, racism, and society." "Well I have never been with a black man." She said. "Why me." She replied, "You were handsome, held a good convo, and I told myself why not."We talked, then kissed, and then the horny kicked in. She started moaning, and my dick got hard. Her hand. I loved her stomach while my sister squeezed both of Pam’s tits, fingers sinking into firm flesh. Pam gasped, her nipples quivering while Vicky licked back and forth across them.I licked around Pam’s stomach. She was Clint’s sister, but no one knew that. He could marry her, and no one would think it was weird. How lucky for them. It was a miracle that we found her again. Like it was fate or something.I pushed up my daughter’s skirt—she was Clint’s future wife and my husband’s child, so she was. He was quite large, and smelled faintly of Irish spring and man. His precum caused her mouth to gush saliva. In only a moments time she was wiping her saliva off her chin. His hands intertwined with her hair, pulling her face into him. She could feel his need and taste his desire. She opened her throat, and swallowed him whole.Their eyes locked together. There was an intimacy, shared between them, far greater than anything she had ever experienced before. She pulled her head back, and sucked in.