Settling in

8:00am, June 10th, 2045

Sam adjusted the collar of his shirt, despite his age it was the first time a beautiful girl ever stepped foot in his room. He blinked, surprised by the notion that just went through his head. But now that he was a little less afraid of her, Sam had to admit that Kimiya was beautiful. There was of course her model tier face and boobs, and a big, toned ass that could get most men to ignore her muscles. But those muscles, she could use those thick arms to do whatever she wanted to him and there'd be nothing he could do about it.

Why was thinking about that turning him on?

She laid down on his bed, her feet and a portion of her shins hung off the bottom.

"It's a tight fit." He chuckled nervously.

"We will make it work." Her accent was thicker than her mom's.

"We?"

She stood up and sauntered towards him. He couldn't match her gaze and looked at the floor. Her hand cupped his chin. Her grip was gentle, but so impossibly firm. She lifted his head and **** him to look her in the eyes.

"There was no TV in my village," she pointed at the screen on his desk "show me how it works."

Meanwhile down the hall, Emma lying in her own bed with her phone in her hand. She had a smile on her face as she blankly stared at the throbbing lights coming from the screen. She furiously stroked her sopping wet pussy and would keep it up for many hours to come.

Moving downstairs, Betty was starting her chores as Lufima orbited around her. Betty was surprised at just how good of a conversation partner Lufima was, she expected some awkwardness from someone not speaking in their first language but the African woman was as smooth as butter. It was while telling a joke that the huge ass that was giving Betty no small amount of envy knocked a bowl of fruit onto the floor.

"Oh, I'm so sorry dear. Clean it up."

Betty raised her eyebrows. She was about to suggest that Lufima clean up her own mess when that weird warmth returned. Lower this time. Betty sunk to her knees and started gathering up the spilled fruit while Lufima remained standing.

"It's almost like I'm bowing to her."

The thought made Betty's heart speed up a little bit. She shook her head and tried to forget about it. Lufima just silently watched as she picked up the mess. Betty hesitated before standing back up, then furrowed her eyebrows. What was she waiting for? Permission? When Betty stood up Lufima returned to her usual self, brushing the incident aside with pleasant chatter.

That set the trend for the rest of the day. The two of them talked, Betty kept the house in one piece, and Lufima would occasionally give her an unreasonable order. Each time Betty considered refusing, and then caved in when that heat got hotter and lower. By the time Richard pulled into the driveway her pussy felt like it was on fire. Richard was caught a little of guard when his wife pulled him into a deep kiss the instant he stepped through the door. She pulled his head down and whispered into his ear.

"Right after dinner we are going to fuck."