Others are even more direct.They will stare openly at me; after a few moments, they will offer acompliment, saying "You have lovely breasts." I'm hono...ed by theirpraise, of course, but I don't encourage them except to smile or say"thanks." I don't have anything against genetic girls, but I prefer guysand, frankly, most women who come on to me in the ladies' room arelikely to be lesbians. If they are, they're interested in women who havecunts, not cocks and balls, between their legs. I. But this time she didn't let go right away. She lingered and held me tight. I started to pull away but I felt just the slightest hold around my shoulders. She stood on tiptoe and kissed me gently on the lips. Nothing erotic but definetly more than I had hoped for so soon. She told me she didn't know what she would do without me and called me her next door "Daddy". I blushed heavily and excused myself and went home. I took this pet name the wrong way. I was certain that she felt like I was. As always, she could tell her progress by Frank’s comments. As he got closer and closer to cumming, he would begin to whisper hoarsely, “Yes, yes, just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop...” By the time she had him to the breaking point, his hips were churning towards her face, and he was whimpering and begging her to keep going. As his cock began to swell in final preparation to spew, she pushed forward, ramming his cock to the back of her throat and began sucking fiercely. Frank gasped and. Her Daddy had left her at some point in the night. Thinking back, Corecia gloried in her Daddy fucking all of her holes and making her a complete Black cock slut. After putting her heels back on, she walked back to her room. Some of the other girls noticed the dried cum splattered over her face, tits, ass and the dried cum in her pussy and asshole and congratulated her. Corecia felt so proud. She was really a Black cock slut!!When she got back to her room, she completed her diary entry then.