I was saving for a house.Things were working OK. I met a couple girls but they were immature and I wasn't interested in putting up with their shit.One morning granny I got mom a text.Jaiden said, Justin that looks a bit too big ebony for you to handle, do you need some help?Sean was very afraid and very confused.So…?She had this look of abject joy, this wild delight.I couldn't help but notice the light-blue edge of her panties peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.When did my little sister get ass hot?I had been riding him and had cum before him.I’d leant back and put my arms behind me to support old me so that he could see his cock buried deep in my pussy.She released me immediately, Oh...I see.I knew where this was going.She did look handsome in her gown and I was very happy with what I had arranged.We stayed for a drink and to get a chance to know one another, I was surprised how easy she could draw conversation out of me. I guess she was so at ease she had a way of relaxing me as well.We have just begun in our relationship.It just... happened when we kissed? Brigit’s Introduction to the BrothelBy Francis DrakeChapter 2 (continued)Posted by JackFD, with Francis Drake’s permission.For more my Francis Drake and others go to www.nomadauthors.com, have fun.Brigit twisted into a sitting position. The cot on which she lay was no different from the one she’d left in her previous cell, though the room in which she now found herself was slightly improved. Like her other home, this room had a makeshift toilet and sink, but here a cloth screen partially hid them. There was a table bolted to the floor, a small cabinet secured in the same way, and two beds. In the wall above the table, someone had embedded a shiny piece of metal that served as a mirror.The room smelled fresh, without a hint of mustiness, though from all the rock and stone Brigit saw in the corridors, she thought they might old be underground or in a cave. Now she found the source of the freshness. High on the wall over their beds, a vent circulated air through the slatted metal. Next to it was a circle of glass—a window. After her days ebony in dark isolation, Brigit couldn’t get enough of the light.None mom of these amenities changed the fact that the door lacked a handle, making the room a prison cell.At last, Brigit’s gaze lighted on the biggest improvement in the new room, her companion, Fatima. She wore layers of translucent materials that hid little. Her long legs, narrow waist, and full breasts ass were in view even behind the material. Her high cheekbones, large, dark eyes, and full lips lent her the look of exotic beauty enhanced by the caramel color of her skin. Raven black hair fell in rivers of waves granny over her shoulders.