I'm not the smartest student but I get by, I do however have looks on my side. I’ve got short brown hair, no facial hair and bright blue eyes. I'm b...uilt like a football quarterback but I don’t play, just work out in my spare time to keep in shape. Thanks to my looks and my way with words I don’t have a hard time with the ladies, but like I said, school isn’t my forte. I am however very good at convincing others to help me out, and afterwards I’ll help them out with a few things. Now I said I. I heard music playing and I could smell pot in the air. I walked in the door and the place was full of men. Mostly black but I did see three non-blacks. I assumed one of them was the German Martin spoke of.I saw Martin sitting in his lazy-boy chair and he gave me the finger to come to him. I walked up to him and I stood right in front of him as he announced to everyone, "Didn't I tell you boys that this was one hot fucking bitch? Lift up your dress, honey, show everyone your sweet little ass.". Everyone but us had eaten so they allowed us a little peace to consume our food and for us to talk with the children. Roger, Stella and I sat outside with five lively children around us, trying to answer their questions. Suma disappeared so I guessed he’d found a woman to bed and we knew we’d be bedded if we went into the house so by unspoken agreement kept the children entertained as long as we could. They were our protection until an elderly woman came and collected them. “Go to your playroom. She asked for help with the groceries and when we both made an effort to get up, she told my father to just watch the game."That's why we had him," she teased. "He gets to do the chores." "I'll agree with that!" Dad responded and sat back down. When I got out to the garage, she was bent over the hood of her car, her shorts and panties were in a wad at her feet. She gave me a smirk and said, "I dare you to fuck me right here and right now with your father there in the house." No worries," I.