Adams?" I ask, nervous I might not be doing this right."You are amazing, Chase. It feels so good. Push in now. Now, Chase!"I push my length all the wa... in as she deeply moans. I'm in. Oh, fuck! What a tight fit! And I start to fuck her. She pushes back against my thrusts, forcing me deeper. Fuck! Fuck! I won't last long as this feels too good!"That's it, Chase. Fuck, Chase. So gooood!" she moans, giving me confidence.I hold on tightly to her hips and fuck her harder, trying to keep from. Again I kissed him on the right cheek. "You know, a long time ago, Mom and I fell in love with one another, and that's how you and your sister came to the world." I kissed her on the other cheek, and placed my hands on her shoulder. Of course, I did not withdraw them. "But there is a problem, some white people do not like blacks, they are stupid and evil, but that's how it is." I kissed her little nose, while stroking her neck. I felt Beatrice shuddering, but she didn't said anything, I do not. "Traffic was a disaster. It's raining, you know. I am so sorry I'm late."I stood and we kissed, just a peck on the lips, and we slumped down into our chairs. Becky was her usual pretty self, a little disheveled and a little out of breath. She wore a casual dress, a light, flowery thing with a bit of a neckline and the round of her shoulders bare. If Becky were her old self, Becky would be bra-less underneath. As it was, I had to wonder. Becky opened a menu.Becky read the menu, and I spied on. .. st-OW!" she screamed as she kicked her barefootagainst something hard, partially buried in the sand.Scowling, she reached into the soft ground and pulled the object out. Toher surprise, it was an old brass lamp, like something out of theArabian Nights. At first she assumed it was just a child's toy, but theweight and texture told her quite clearly it was metal."An oil lamp? They still make these?" she wondered aloud, looking theobject over. "Wonder who'd be dumb enough to dump something like.