My Ma did and so did my wife, gave me one check at a time." You better be," Meg's father said. "The girls, all three of them like to run things; ran m...y soda fountain from time to time. Tried to run the store too, moved things around, did displays, suggested changes. Pretty good at it, and of course, being good looking didn't hurt none." She didn't tell me." He smiled at the woman next to him."Makes a mean sundae and a great banana split. We use 3B ice cream, pretty good stuff, real creamy. Meg,. . I dial her number on the cell phone and wait as I listen to the rings. The answering machine picks up, her voice low and soothing, followed by the incongruous BEEEEP. "Sophia, I lost track of time, I am going to be late for dinner, don't kill me please. I am going to stop by the house and shower and I will be there as soon as I can."With a click I flip the clamshell of the phone closed and toss it into the passenger seat. Looking into the rear view mirror, I chuckle and look for any wrinkles. You don’t see that in many black girls.” he told them while I turned around and showed off for them. “And she’s a tiger fellas. She’s got a tongue that will lick you clean and is more than willing to eat what you give her. She’s a man eater, my little Velvet Crush.” he called me. The name that he wanted me to go by. “Check her out and see what you think. Take a test drive, she purrs like a kitten.” he said with a laugh as one of the men reached over and began feeling me up. I moved closer and. There was a blurred figure watching me from the window of the church, from the silhouette I could guess who it was. This was the preacher’s daughter, a tall brunette, large blue eyes, full lips, and long curvy legs. I could never decide which was her best feature her supple ass or the pronounced cheeks bones on her beautiful face.She met me at the entrance to the church we had met a few times in the past but we never spent any quality time together. Her breasts caught my eyes, I knew they were.