He smiled and gave it to his hot young Princess saying excitedly, “I want all your juices! Give everything you’ve got to me.” She shrieked, “A...hhhhhhhhhhh, fuck!!!” Tom slowly sucked all her juices and then moved back to kiss her. “Taste it, baby girl! Taste how sweet your tight little pussy is!” She kissed him back deeply exhaling, “Oh baby, that was wonderful!” He whispered into her ear, “We’re just getting started Princess!” He carried her to his bedroom and laid her down on his bed. Seeing. " We popped it in. The title was "Jamaican Memories," and opened with the standard Jamaican tourist intro: white sand beaches and happy couples. Then the scene cut to Jaye being fisted on the beach, first by Samuel (no face, just his Black arm buried past the wrist in her cunt and Jaye's contorted face urging him on), then her begging for more and the naked white woman finishing her off. We sat there speechless. That scene dissolved to shots of Jamaican party night life which melted into Jaye. All the girls saw you, and all of them were trying to catch your eye, I told you, they think you’re quite a spunk, did you think they were pretty….and sexy?”“Natasha!” I exclaimed again, my vocabulary suddenly very limited, “You shouldn’t speak to your father like that”“Sorry, daddy” she said, looking suddenly very contrite, “I didn’t mean to tease, but you did like them didn’t you?” I sighed loudly and tried to look away, “Well, ok, I admit that they were all pretty and I did look but none of. The whole weekend had been wonderful, just the tonic after the shit that Chris tried to pull the previous Thursday night.And even when we’d returned to Miami, things had still been good. Especially when Chris made his unsuccessful third run at trying to steal Jill away from me. An attempt that was trampled into the dust by Malcolm’s no holds barred intervention. An intervention that left me happy and thinking that we’d seen the last of Chris and his threat to my marriage.Before she’d started.