Fred knelt at the baseboard molding, and pulled at it every so far into the corner. There was a loose piece in the corner, which he pulled away, and t...here was an old-fashioned ring box tucked into a spot hollowed out in the plaster. He handed it to Karen, almost shyly it seemed to her, without saying a word. She opened it and the ring glistened dully in its velvet nest. It needed polishing. ‘Try it on,’ Fred urged. She did. It fit perfectly. She held her hand out to Fred, who took it in his. He. “Daddy!” she gasped, then threw her head back, mouth agape as her body shook and her pussy clamped down on his probing finger. She knew she had to stay quiet so as not to awaken her mother or her siblings, she knew that what they were doing was forbidden and she obviously wanted more, and that thrilled him. The orgasm subsided and her head lifted, eyes opening halfway. He kissed her and she responded eagerly, putting her hand on his cheek and thrusting her hot tongue into her father’s mouth.. But what impressed me of how comfortable she seem to be with me being black.I love women of all colors,But she was one of those white women that could walk into a all black bar and be fine.She was what I like to call a BMF (Black-Man-Friendly) a natural flare that I would find the answer to this puzzle much later. So we couldn’t take it no more.All the talk about her sucking my cock and us phone fucking made us nuts,so we made plans to meet that Saturday.She was only few towns away.So we. .. and she nearly spilled it!"Hmm.. well there is Angel, but she certainly doesn't have a cunt, so itmust be someone else," Mistress Thorne says teasingly. "Maybe they dyedher hair?" That's it! I am fed up with you treating me like one of the dumb-asssissy sluts who infest this place!" Miss Black is furious. "I used to runthis department, until you came along, and I can run it again... I don'tcare what fucking games you're playing, but I have had enough!" Really?" Mistress Thorne says, her tone.