"You're eighteen years old, Mara. You're almost a woman, now. You need a firm hand in the rest of your school days." He looked down at her. She bit he...r lower lip and looked up at him."What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she tossed back.He said nothing, but took his hand and reached around, grabbing her buttock. He twisted her around so that her back was to his front. "Dad..." she trailed off. He lifted her skirt over her hips and felt her panties."You need a firm hand, that's what you. Yet she had no right to do what she had done... what she was doing right now in her bedroom. The though of that sent a chill through him. What were they doing now, he wondered? Were they fucking or was she sucking him again? "Nasty cock sucker... nasty cock sucker," the words echoed over and over in his head. He knew that he had to get control of his emotions. He had to think... to sort everything out."You bitch," he said out loud. "How could you do that to Dad... to me." He slammed his hand on. Only... you know I'm a girl, right?" Yes?" And you're a boy."He shifted, pulling down the nightie as though suddenly realizing justhow skimpy it was. "T-technically, I suppose." So didn't you think something else might work better, something boysdo?" It never occurred to me." Of course it hadn't. And the fact that I'm in love with Ranchan? Didthat not occur to you either?"He withdrew again, knees bunched up. "I'm not Ranma-san. I know thatyou want to be swept off your feet by him and go off. There was no better word for it than that."Oh--GOD!" The woman said, as her slender white fingers helped guide that black cock to her pussy. "Fuck me," she said, and the expression on her face was unmistakably one of unfettered eagerness and anticipation. Marcus let out another low groan and he glanced down at his own pale cock for a second, as he stroked it up and down, and then back up at the other guys ebony shaft---as it slid effortlessly, deeper and deeper, into the young white woman's.