Like learning my cheer routines. Or memorizing where Japan is for Geography class (it's in Asia, which is near South America, I think). Or getting my ...bottom into proper shape. Of course, for that I have my Dad to thank.It was AGES ago, when I was just starting seventh grade at Collinsville Middle School (Go Tigers!), and I had just turned thirteen. We had moved to Collinsville from the boondocks, and I was getting to know my new school. It seemed like everyone was so grown-up! Like the boys. My fleece as white as the thick creamy spunk that I could feel coursing up the length of his cunt ravaging cock. My ears filled with his caveman grunts and my pathetic whimpers, clinging to the floor, driven forward, shepherded by his mighty member until penned in a corner, I felt his body tense, his hips cease their movement as he emitted a mighty growl, buried himself deep, and flooded my oviney cunt with his glorious seed. Anyway, to cut a long story short (it's a bit fucking late for that),. While my looked for the iron he introduced himself to me. He stated his name was William, he was black man about 60 years of age and stood about 6’2 and looked impressive. I could see why he wanted the iron for his clothes as he was impeccably dressed. Once my wife found the iron she gave to him and he thanked us and went back to his room and closed the door behind him. My wife and I then went to the Casino floor and played some blackjack. The Casino provided free alcoholic drinks for. "Rhonda handed each of them a martini. "No names," she scolded. "Here's a toast. We can be nice. A toast to us. Three friends. And more."Rhonda blushed as they clinked glasses."More?" Sholandra said, after a quick gulp."Come over here and sit with me, Sholandra," Rhonda said softly, seriously. "Laura, you sit over there."Reluctantly, Sholandra joined Rhonda on the sofa. She crossed her legs, showing off a lot of delicious dark brown thigh. She smiled as she saw Laura's eyes on her legs, and.