Millie’s father wasn’t too happy to see his beautiful young daughter growing fonder of this man … he had hopes of her marrying well, living more...comfortably than he could have ever afforded. As he watched helplessly, his shining star became more enamoured with this work-hardened, sun-darkened man. Worse than that! This man came with a ready made family consisting of one unruly son, 40 acres, and a clap board home barely furnished with essentials much less anything of beauty or luxury. As they. She had long blond hair tied back in a loose ponytail, a blue bikini top and a wrap around mini skirt. I looked at the young lady and just said. “A penny for your honest thoughts and I’ll tell you mine.”She looks up at me, her face, a golden tan thereon, smiled and said, “My thoughts are mine, why are you interested in mine for.”“I don’t know it was just the message that came into my mind when I saw your lovely face, my beautiful lady.” I replied, still not realizing why I said these words. It. “I’m not too tall for you?”“Shit! I’ll manhandle yo’ skinny ass,” replied the stocky man.“You’re so funny!”“I’m fah real! Yo’ dancin’ got me worked up.”“You free now,” joked Kadri.“Hell yeah! Let’s go!”“But…”“Shut da fuck up, boi! Ain’t nobody at my place.”“Seriously, Carl. I can’t…”“I ain’t no li’l dick nigga. You know you was doin’ all dat twerkin’. You got me all worked up.”Kadri looked at the balding man. He studied his protruding belly and bow legs. “I’ll fuck you right, boi,” declared. Apparently Val the landlady had worn a long dress with just a hint of cleavage, but the two student girls behind the bar were a bit bashful, and didn't have much to show anyway, so most of the blokes' attention was on Kerry. I wasn't surprised. She said there was a lot of banter about her boobs, which was to be expected, and loads of cliches were trotted out, but it was all good-natured stuff. The night went so well that Jim the landlord suggested having a lock-in for the regulars. The two.