A tall slim Black man with broad shoulders stood up. “Hey all, I’m David. Played some B-ball in college. Now I’m an accountant. Serena is my ...stepdaughter.” He said, indicating a slim white girl on the couch. She had pink hair and a pair of very perky tits. The silky material was stretched tight between her boobs.“We got started when she moved back home at eighteen. I didn't really know her until then. Her mom took off and she just stayed on.” He said smiling.Serena put her hand on the. I shook my head and followed her, half way there she stopped and sniffed, she held up her hand for me to stop."Whats up?" I asked trying to sense what she detected."Shhhh" She hissed.I simply shut up, she spun around and grabbed me, pulling me to her she kissed me and then started to nibble on my neck."Whoa." I said.She gripped the back of my neck and pulled me near her, I was still stunned from the kiss, she whispered very silently, I could hardly make her out it was so low."There is a look. Tonight theyd suit perfectly. A pair of tan sandals were just the shoes to go for. I ran to the shower so that Id be perfectly fresh and ready to go. After showering, straightening my hair, and setting my date clothes out, I fiddle around impatiently with thing after thing. Its 4:26 now, surely Jay will call soon. I almost jump out of my socks when the phone rings. I race to it and pick it up. Hello? I ask, knowing whos about to answer. Hearing that sweet, angel voice, I take it Natalie has. "Sitting again heavily this time she racks her brain for an explanation but nothing comes. Then with a shrug the letter gets tossed. However, after an hour of watching television, it is examined again and then hidden in her secret spot.Once again the thoughts occur, "Why hide it? Well, because Ron might find it and get jealous. Well then call Marie, what if this nut is a serial murderer?"But Marie was not really an option for this sort of thing so her attention returns to the images on the.