I was excited for the call back to the play. The story was based on a very good-looking black man and a very pretty white wife. The play was to show t...he modern troubles of a mixed marriage especially with repeated overseas military deployments as a marital stressor. They wanted the wife to be attractive and they wanted to show that in today’s life, problems still did exist even in our open-minded times. I was one of five women called back to read one last time for the part. I was so excited. "Isn't she beautiful?" Frank asked, as he caressed her soft, white tits. Frank's hands roamed her young body in an attempted to break my father's will. Frank slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, slipping his hand inside to find her pussy. He fingered her a few minutes, pulling out he sniffed his fingers, getting good whiff of her sweetness.Daddy could no longer stand it, as the sight of a very turned on Brook brought my father to his keens. It was clear that Frank was in charge as he,. She wasn't bobbing up and down though. She appeared to be grinding her hips back and forth."Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm, Mmm." She moaned in rhythm to her hips grinding on him. "Mmm, Mmm, Mmm."She leaned forward to his face."Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." she begged him. I could see Bill's hands grab hold of Stacy's ass and gripped her hard and began to move her body up and down on his cock. He was moving her little body up and down like s sleeve around his cock."Ohhh Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes. . “As long as you get me back before midnight! Auntie Jean and Uncle Zeke insist if Imgo out with any one I must be in by then!” “Sure that,s no,problem!” replied myself. I looked at Carole closer and note though she Wasn,t beautiful she was radiant with flashing brown eyes,dimples, curvy butt, long rusty auburn hair and big bazoomas that stood out nicely, her nipples still,rigid from the ice in the iced tea. So,it was arranged I,d pick her up,at 7pm as the nights were shortening again and we,d.