I was drunk, I knew that, but I was happy to see him and then, he was telling me he was my father, I could not believe what was going through my head,... it was too much to take in, I almost passed out.We took a taxi back to his place and talked and talked, he was like the perfect man you always wanted, and the great father you missed and the fat we both were drunk helped to overcome any awkwardness, especially when he confessed to fucking my friend in the toilets in the bar, her smell was still. And oddly enough, I found that Professor Ice was giving me some strange looks of her own after that.Tonya Brackett was an exotic-looking girl who reminded me of Thandie Newton in Mission: Impossible II. She was very casual about striking up a conversation with me when I was in the library searching for some texts, and it wasn't until I saw her pledge pin that I realized I was being seduced. I had to admit, I was quite tempted. Despite the relatively high percentage of blacks in Berkeley —. “Yes. Very much so,” Sarah answered, in her sweet soft voice.“What else do you do in bed?” Mark asked.“I sometimes massage my clit,” the teen admitted.“Sit down and show me,” Mark said.The beautiful young redhead sat down on the sofa in between her father and mother. Sarah raised her young sexy legs up to where her feet were on the edge of the sofa. She then spread her smooth thighs and started massaging her little clit. Mark watched as his daughter manipulated it, causing her to softly moan.. ‘I hope this is acceptable to you.’ He held his hand out in reference to the area of Shea’s he chose. ‘It’s perfect,’ she replied. ‘Jazz is a weakness of mine, too.’ Paige saw his eyes roam over her body and stop at her face. Heat pooled in her belly and pussy as she thought of what she wore under her clothing. Their server came just then to take their drink orders. ‘I’ll stick with club soda,’ Kyle answered. ‘White wine,’ Paige said. ‘Does your mother know you dress like this?’ Kyle asked.