And just then she told me.Turns out she was the mother of one of my sisters best friends from school.And when I discovered this, I knew I had to bang ...er. It was my mission....We then went and danced, sucked a bit of face and felt each other up.Unfortunately, I'd have to wait a few days before I could see her cesarean scar up close, as her friend had to leave and she was playing TAXI for the evening.I danced the rest of the night, knowing I'd laid down the foundation to build something fucking. You’re a true descendant of your ancestors, some of them were very good Heroes.” This stuns me. Our family legends state we’d many heroic ancestors, but to have it confirmed like this is a big surprise.Eva goes through the normal new Hero greeting process while we have a few drinks and snacks. After about twenty minutes she hands me three profile folders to go through and she points me toward a new door in the opposite wall. I go through it to find a bedroom with a study desk. Smiling, I go lie. Already feeling primed and warmed up after everything she'd done, the act of undressing was something she was more than happy to take on herself, swaying and shivering as she began to expose her breasts, an arm reaching out with her bra and letting it dangle as she quickly shifted the other arm to block them, playing coy with what she wanted to do. Her hands shifted to cup both plump tits, hiding them from view as her hips swayed and she shot coy smiles at the camera, all to Parker's absolutely. My family was never racist and had no problem with interracial relationships but it was still looked at in my circles as something that slutty bad girls did. (which is why normal girls want to do it!) We planned to meet the next night, but i had to go through the whole next day horny as fuck, getting messages from him throughout the day telling me how deep he was going to fuck my ‘soft snow bunny ass’, and sending pictures of his big hard dick. He was playing up the black/white angle, telling.