She faced him again and spread the fallen garment into a pallet and sat down on it. She leaned backwards until she was lying on her backside and hooke...d her arms behinds her knees, spreading herself completely open for the man's gaze.Her eyes were obediently closed and Thursten's eyes were riveted to the girl's pubic mound. It was fine and prominent, and completely hairless. The puffy slit of her pussy was opened slightly and her labia were swollen and bright pink. Thursten's cock was throbbing. I laid back on the bed and he came over me. I opened my legs and hegently pressed his penis against the opening of my vagina, I wastotally wet. As he entered I felt a wave of pleasure traveling alongmy whole body. He stopped when he felt my hymen. There was a briefpain, but soon he had fully penetrated. There was no return. I hadsacrificed my virginity, and would continue to be a woman. That waswhat I wanted with all my heart. He started stroking and the wave ofpleasure continued building up.. “Oh, I’m so glad to see you guys,” he breathed, then hugged his father. “Am I going to jail?”Lynette had come over and taken Tom’s hand, looking at her father with concern.“No, kids, everything is good. Really good, in fact,” he said grinning at them. “But first, we have our civic duty.”The kids looked puzzled as Duncan pulled out the card the officer had given him.“I need to call and let the police know you’re with us now.”He made the call and identified himself. “I have Thomas Armstrong with. White people only see you one way.I've been pulled over by the cops too many times to remember. Questioned. Harassed. It's humiliating.And it's not just the authorities. It's regular people too. You can try to ignore it, but you can tell. When you're walking down the street, white ladies cross to the other side or or they hold their purse tight to their chest while they look at you with fear or suspicion. They don't even know me, but they think I'm some stereotype. I used to try to put.