“Daddy’s gonna breed this pussy,” I whispered into her ear. She closed her eyes and nodded, “Hmmm yes daddy,” she said. I wrapped my arm aro...nd her, sliding my hand up to her neck. I started to choke her softly. Whispering into her ear again, “How bad you want daddy’s cock?”She rubbed her ass on my cock. My words turning her on so much she couldn’t bear to wait. “I want your cock so bad. Please fuck me, daddy,” she whispered, “Breed my pussy.” She moaned as she felt my cock push inside her. As a racist he thinks that the negroes back in the States should be enslaved again as inferior beings and the white Ayrian race, to which he thinks he belongs, should be the dominant race by some god-given right. And I bet Keppel hadn’t told you that Mitch’d been detailed to investigate the smuggling of silver bullion into the States by an East London gang headed up by Curly, the very bloke he was mates with? Did he?”“No, he didn’t,” I replied.“But Marcia here did tell you that Gold was as. Come and get it!" Don't you DARE!" I said."I love you too much to do that," she said, and handed it to me.I can't describe the smell of that handle. The mixture of Marie's pussy dampness, which I had smelled for the first time two days earlier, was mixed with a more faint but somehow more animal odor, and the combination started my head to spin."I am NEVER washing this brush," I said."Shit," said Marie. "I hear mom's alarm."We grabbed our nightclothes, threw them on and bolted, each getting to. "My God, where are you three going? Paul, shouldn't you wear a shirt?"It was bedlam for a while. The girls were explaining to Mike what was happening, despite him already knowing full well. They were also making fun of me and wanting to know exactly what sort of a restaurant I thought I was going to work in. Sally came back through with the shirt and handed it to me before joining in.I was a little stunned actually. All three girls really did look spectacular. Short black skirts and white.