"Good, I'm going to take her into the locker room and see if I can find a quiet corner."She went down to the locker room, and settled on a bench out o...f the way. Unbuttoning the front of her practice dress, she opened her breastfeeding bra and Betsy latched on.She sat, for a few minutes, but someone must have heard Betsy's suckling, because a small blonde, about sixteen, peered around the corner."OH! Sorry, I did not know..." That's all right," Sophia laughed. "We're all girls here. I figured. Her face lit up when she saw Ellie and she welcomed us in.“Jordy!” she called back into the house, “Ellie’s here!” She motioned for Ellie to go on toward Jordyn’s room.“I’m Nancy Beth Beene,” she said in a honeyed southern accent while extending a graceful hand to greet me. “You must be Ellie’s father.”“That’s me,” I acknowledged as I shook Nancy Beth’s soft hand, “Ronald Foreman. Call me Ron.”“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she cooed. “Won’t you come in and sit a spell? I imagine. The back of the model was towards the viewer, her legs spread open, her back arched and her head thrown back in an expression of genuine ecstasy. Eyes half closed, lips parting only slightly to show a bit of her tongue. ‘Not an expression that can be faked easily.’ she thought and twirled the champagne in her glass. ‘I’m glad you like it.’ Rhea glanced over her shoulder towards the source of the voice and perceived a tall man, with striking blue eyes, chiseled facial features, and pale skin. She turned as if looking through the wall she could see what was going on in their living room.They had been in Africa six months now and Hayley loved the way the black men looked at her. She had been shocked the first time she had been groped, but the strange tingling sensations the fondling had created had been very interesting. After the first few times it had happened she had, when she could get away with it, slipped away from her parents in shops and then lingered close to where African.