“I couldn’t save either of them. Jesus fucking christ, I’ve lost my whole family!”Maddi shook her head, breaking the sadness with a weak smile... “You didn’t. Christy’s alive.”“What?” Diana jumped from her bed. “How’s that possible?”“Apparently, Mom dragged Christy from her bedroom and got her to the veranda. But it must’ve been just too much smoke for her. She died not too long ago.”“And Christy.” Diana cocked her head. “Will live?”“They’re not sure.” Maddi sighed. She cast her eyes downward and. My friend Kristy knew exactly what she was doing. She even liked it as her old man pushed two fingers all the way up into her cunt before he rolled her over on to her back. Then, he grabbed her behind the knees, pushing her legs up over her head and went straight for her sweet little cunt with his mouth. He flicked his tongue in and over her cunt and I could hear Kristy's sobs and loud gasps of excitement. As he shoved his tongue in and out of her pink snatch I rubbed my own wet little. “Good morning sunshine,” I greeted her. “Hope you slept well.”“Good morning Uncle Charlie,” she responded with a cheerful smile. “I did. Hope you slept well in your new bed.”Susie had her hair braided to one side again and wore the same baggy jeans as the previous day. She had on a different blouse, but it looked more like a hand-me-down and didn’t match with her cute looks or the snappy clothes other girls her age were wearing.I offered to make her a special breakfast with toast and. My love for my woman. I truly appreciate my beloved V.C. I really do. A tall, beautiful and educated young Black woman who still loves Black men is indeed a rare thing in North America. A rare treasure to be preserved for posterity. Veronique Christiana Orville might have been born in Canada, that doesn’t change the fact that she’s a true B.A.P. in my eyes. A Black American Princess. And I’m the type of brother who treats a Black Princess the way she deserves to be treated. I was fascinated by.