Waited, jostling for position at the line."Righto ladies. Ya gotta do a full round of the oval. No trippin others, no bad language, no spittin, no elb...ws. Good luck to aller yez."The starter paused, full of his own importance and the weight of the moment, then took his hat off, and flung it into the dust.The ladies took off to the voice of a local farmer at the loudspeaker."Well they're off, and a lotta nice lookin heifers makin a great field today folks. See that one in the pink cap? She's the. Long legs and smooth, soft brown skin to go with my hair, which was straight and black and loose to my shoulders at that time.My face is naturally pretty, even beautiful to a lot of men, without the stereotypical African features one might expect from a negra. A smallish nose, almost pert beneath my wide caramel eyes. I have high cheeks and full, sensual lips. My voice is soft and pitched perfectly for a woman after having some small surgery to shorten my vocal cords. I'd taken hormones and. He and Father are friends. Mr. Baxter is an artist and, as such, uses what he calls artistic license when he draws. His portrait flatters me. I am an ordinary girl. I work for my father, the doctor in our town, as his nurse. Father knows Mr. Baxter to be a proper gentleman, so when Uncle Ted wanted me to model, Father agreed.I'm telling you this to try to say I'm a proper young lady. I don't normally write to boys I don't know, but Uncle Ted spoke highly of you. You must be very brave. . I've wanted you to fuck me for so long. So today I want you to do it." "Is that so?" "I've wanted you for so long, daddy, ever since I left to go to college four years ago, but I never got up the courage to tell you how much I wanted you." "I've wanted this also for so long, Andrea." I turned away from him and braced myself against the shower wall, pushing my ass toward him, inviting him to take me from behind. I looked over my shoulder at him as he grasped his erect cock and brandished it at.