Her in her bikini and tanned skin, her perfect, obviously fake breasts were impressive, but he was a vision. That wonderful, muscular torso, thick, st...rong arms. The handsome, rugged face, short, slightly greying hair. That smile. And those sparkling, blue eyes that seemed to be staring right at her. But it was the sight underneath the perfect six pack that really caught Emma's eye; the impressive bulge outlined by the tight speedos."Oh my..." she thought, swallowing hard. Aware of her breathing. Before I knew it I had gotten out of my grown up clothes (which somehowhad gotten very loose and baggy) and into the... no, MY dress. But Ididn't have much time to enjoy my dress before the voice came again. Butthis time it was a voice I could hear, a voice filled with warmth andstrength."Come along, young lady," the voice said.I turned in the direction the voice came from and waded through theclothes until I came out onto a wide dirt path in the middle of a denseforest. Standing there in the. Jenny started giggling again and asked me what I want her to do. I replied that I don’t know and I also started giggling. She again said “See.. you are always too naughty” and slowly started to run her hand all over my body under my T-shirt. Then slowly she moved her hands downwards towards my cock.After massaging on my stomach and waist area for sometime, she slowly inserted her hands inside my jeans and started rubbing my now hard dick over my underwear. At that time I inserted my left hand. Was the reason that she couldn’t decide to meet her Daddy was because he was Black?! She was horrified to think that maybe she was a racist like her Tricia’s father. But she had let a white guy rape her and didn’t tell. Would she have told the police if a Black guy raped her? Was she reluctant to meet her Daddy because she was white and had a racist fear of Black men. Then she thought about what she had been taught in school about slavery and the requirement for white people like her to pay.