They covered so little that Jack thought they could practically be considered a thong. For the first time, Jack noticed his daughter’s firmly shaped...ass and her long silky smooth legs. She turned around and he was exposed to her blossoming cleavage as she walked over to him and bent over to pour his syrup. Her breasts were nice and perfectly round, they were more like those of a sorority girl than a High School senior. The buttoned shirt she wore was tight and help highlight her cleavage, he. “Take two steps closer and stop,” she told him. He did so, eager as a puppy.She took a hit of the joint, surveying him theatrically. She slid her finger into her depths with practiced slowness.The man’s cock jerked, as did its shadow. He moaned; Lena wanted to.Not yet. Ride the plateau.“Touch yourself,” she ordered him. She watched him fist his cock enthusiastically. His moan turned to a low growl.She dipped a second finger inside her wetness and her legs jackknifed together in unexpected. You want this, I tell myself. No, you need this. I pull up my black stocking tights. I clip my ruby red hair behind my head, and look in the mirror. My eye catches on the photo from last summer. Seth and I smile at the camera, my head trying to duck out, camera-shy. Strange to believe it was only a year ago. Was this too soon? My heart gave a lurch. I lingered over the choice between my lacy black bra or my usual white one. Not that he'll be seeing it anyway... I chided myself before strapping. I had never been so stretched and filled before. And just as I was about to cream again I felt his cock swell and then throb, that warm wet feeling of his cum flowing into me triggered my orgasim. We invited the men back to our hotel and continued the party. My black knight was ready for another round. Young black men just like to fuck. It was very strange to be fucking a man I did not know while at the same time all my girlfriends were also fucking men they did not know and all in the same.