So all I had to go on was my parent's definition of cute. What the hell, I had nothing to lose. These would be people who didn't know me well, and ov...er the past two years I'd filled out. I'd grown into a decent looking guy, I thought. 5-11, 170 pounds, longish, wavy dark brown hair and now filled out some from working summer jobs lifting boxes. It could be fun.When we got there, Chelsea was already there with her parents. My folks weren't kidding, their friends' daughter was cute. Wavy light. Jerome suddenly laughed, seeing my glistening pussy lips were drenched with my own juices… My loud cries soon made the door open and three black guys stood there, watching as my Black Master punished me so hard.Jerome told them he was convincing the white bitch to stay a little longer to enjoy a good time with all them… The three bastards laughed, as they started to strip off their clothes.My Black Master got tired of slapping my buttocks and he threw me again onto the bed. He told his black. I was so horny, I was seconds away from raping him but I bit my lip and tried to control the primal urge that was coursing through my body. "How about what?" Matt responded. "Will you shave my pussy?" "Huh?" "I thought you might like it better this way, and it's getting a little..." "Sure, I guess" he said. His trembling cock and eyes betraying his excitement. I was that horny, I was (genuinely) panting. I had NEVER been that turned on in my life. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Will you. How did the subject of how you were raised come up?” Mom persisted.I glanced over at Dad and I could see a knowing smirk as he listened in on our conversation.“We got talking about our teenage years ... and comparing notes,” I managed, hoping it was enough.“Joel, is she more than just a study and project partner. I notice Teresa is gone, so is Naomi her replacement?”“Well ... yeah, I guess she is,” I admitted.“Then, yes, I’d like to meet her,” Mom said right away. “Why don’t you call her and.