A little fingerfood before dinner

We sit down at the dressed dinner table. Chad sits at the head, while I sit down in the middle. Mrs. Jonssen is on my left, and her raven-haired daughter Tanya is on my right.

"The roast smells amazing, Barbara," I say honestly. "I can't wait to taste the juices."

"A girl's got to have her secrets," She giggles, conscious of being the oldest woman at the table, however well preserved.

The slender blonde twins join us late. They are wearing the bikini tops from before coupled with daisy dukes.

"Girls, isn't that a bit revealing for the dinner table?"

Elly gives her mother the look of ****, strips her bikini top off right in front of us, and storms upstairs, her pert white boobs bouncing. I guess she must be a bit frustrated, having eaten my black ass like a good white girl but not had even the tip of my black cock in her yet.

The sight of the topless white girl has quite an effect on my cock, but I think I'm going to have to fuck Elly last. The ho wants it too much.

"I'm sorry, Dwayne," Mrs. Jonssen apologizes. "I don't know what's gotten into my daughter. I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't worry about it, Barb," I smile.

Barbara smiles back. "Would you like to say grace?"

"Should we wait for Elly?"

"She's in a mood. Go ahead."

Everyone closes their eyes and bows their heads. I feel Mrs. Jonssen's bare knee rub against my left, just as her daughter's knee does the same on my right. I reach my hands down between their legs and start saying grace.

"Thank you..."

Neither is wearing panties and both are wet.

"Lord Jesus..."

I can feel that Mrs. Jenssen's pussy lips are meaty and she has a bit of a bush. Her clit's full and just begging to be pinched.

Tanya's 20-year-old pussy is perfectly smooth, and I can feel at least three piercings. The goth daughter's got a nasty streak.

"For the gifts we are about to receive..."

I thrust my thick black fingers into Mr. Jenssen's wife and daughter at the same time.

"Amen."