I went in and he closed the door and hugged me from behind.he said he was waiting for this moment and hugged me tightly. I quickly turned towards him ...nd gave him a tight hug. we were standing like that for 5 mins, and then slowly his hand started caressing my back. he whispered that i was looking sexy in this outfit, and do not wish to leave me. i said “who wishes to?”.Hearing this he tightened his grip around my waist and my boobs were now deeply crushing into his chest. he grabbed my butt. Genene encouraged me to give my lover up with a clean break, my eventual financial settlement being a joyous surprise to her, something that she said my father had neglected to consider at their moment of separation many years earlier. She applauded my maturity, she said.I was under orders not to disclose to Genene that my father and I also conversed regularly, when Genene was not present, and that I had soon made him aware of our mutual relationship with this singularly beautiful and deserving. She turned and stared into those deep brown eyes and gently took hold of Marisol's head. Lips touched. Startled, Marisol tried moving away. Demonstrating her secret strength, Missy kept her lips near and resumed the kiss.Two things relaxed Marisol. First, though only fifteen, Missy consistently proved herself to be far more mature than those years would suggest. Second, she loved Missy. She initiated the French kiss. Her tongue pressed against Missy's ultra soft lips and then the closed teeth. Don didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He took up exactly where Wes left off. Our mouth lip locked, tongues intertwined, one hand on my ass and the other in my shirt playing with my boob. Then he switched hands and in doing so pulled the other end of my blouse out exposing both breasts now. I heard Wes say behind me, “god that’s a sweet body. Let’s go back to the room and get some more weed and I’ll get her full of some black man’s cum.” The idea of letting Wes fuck me was just too.
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