That was until my dad started dating Dalia, when I was around fifteen. Dalia was a very peaceful and loving woman, a hippie from way back and still li...ved that way today, I liked Dalia right from the beginning and even after three years of being together, I like her even more and of course my dad must have really really liked Dalia to be still with her after all this time.It felt so good waking up to a woman around the house again, Dalia would sing and dance and laugh a lot, and by this time I. Everybody clear on what we do?” David asked as he finished setting the scene.“Do we cum in da pussy?” Asked a very dark-skinned man with a Jamaican accent.“Absolutely! I want this to be am impregnation event. Tell her that you are making her black baby.”Cheri smiled as she walked over to the girl to get her makeup and clothes on. She selected a thin cotton dress that would be easy to tear. She wore a bra and simple white panties. She put her long hair back in a bun to keep it out of her. Yet he just kept talking; words, words and yet more words; government pilot, horny harlot, victorian values, legal lolita, decorum and discipline, over-sexed strumpet, corporal punishment, bubble-headed bimbo, staff room now, prick-teaser, public humiliation, and the more he talked the more my twitchy fingers absent-mindedly stroked through my sodden-cuntedness. Blabbedy-blab-blab, stroke, swirl, caress, blabbedy-blab-blab, flick, dip, thrust, and pretty soon all I could really hear was the. She fainted, and fell at my feet. My bloodlust was not satisfied.The man stirred, drawing my attention and anger back to himself. His eyes opened as I slowly walked across the room to grasp the skin of his chest and raise him from the floor before I ripped that same skin from his body letting him fall once more to the floor. A scream of primal rage came from my throat, while one of unimaginable pain came from his.I was toying with him like a cat would play with a mouse. And like a cat when the.