Her smooth creamy thigh darkened by a shimmering black nylon stocking was exposed as she sat in front of the mirror adding expensive jewelry to her Ho...lywood glamor look. With the last earing in place she stood and faced me. Before me stood the most exquisite, sultry woman I have ever seen. She looked like a cross between Cote de Pablo and Scarlett Johansson, exotic, goddess-like. The gown she wore was a form fitting, black velvet and satin, strapless evening gown with a side slit. The bust. Typical, she thought, the service was great but the wake is a shit storm. Having successfully made it through the service, Violet entered her mother’s house and her childhood home, for the first time in a week, to find that the caterer had only just arrived, her Uncle Marty was already drunk, and her Aunt Cathy was crying in the living room. To make matters worse, the first person to notice her late arrival was none other than Dave Macklin, who, once he tried to hug her, got a very stiff hand. Once this task had been satisfactorily accomplished, Joani looked at her reflection in the many mirrors she had placed throughout her bedroom. Joani also noticed her new young Black-Lover-To-Be gazing at her hot naked white body with a****l-like lust. "Do you like what you see?" Joani smiled sweetly. The young Black Man agreed that he did, indeed, like what his eyes beheld.The Young Black Man reflected back on the evening's events. He was in an absolute state of bliss! He could not believe his. “Is Karen not also your daughter? Doesn’t she reside in the maid quarters within these walls with your full consent? Do her sisters not frequently escape your intolerable presence to stay here as her guests on a very regular basis? When you were a child you jumped to conclusions without having the supporting details as a justification for your anger. I see you still are making the same childish mistakes,” Robert told him. “Karen telephoned your mother to request permission for April to stay in.