He stopped reassuring her, but continued to stroke her back. She fits me, he thought. I could just hold her like this for hours. He wanted to tell her... but wasn't sure. He had sensed that she might return his feelings over the last couple of weeks. At certain times he would catch an expression on her face, or notice her body language, and was fairly sure that she wasn't pretending at all. Then he would wonder if he was just hoping too much. At last, Connie's grip on him lessened a bit and he. "Well, with a couple of them, it didn't work out. But the third; we weregoing to get married but she was killed." Oh! How awful!" Whitney exclaimed."Yes it was. So, being black and tall doesn't worry me." I can see that. There is something else, but I am afraid to say it." Well, when you feel ready to, you can tell me. Now, where do you live?"She told me and I continued until we reached her unit."Look, would you like to go out for dinner?" I asked.Whitney looked at me. It had been a long time. Just like the time you removed your pajama bottom in bed with me when I was 13. Oh Daddy, that's where your cock belongs... Resting in your daughter's ass-cheeks Daddy... Did you look down then? Did you love seeing your boner sitting in my ass, Daddy? Oh Daddy, I am so horny, so wet... I wanted you to feel my wetness. That is why I turned around to face you; opening your robe; pulling your cock out your boxers and placing it up under me, as I straddled your lap. I then ground my pussy. "Steve had been watching and said, "Too bad we don't have room right here, or you could just about build the quarters portion of your place in manufactured units like I have. That's okay, though, you're not going to be far. I'll know where my family is when I can't find them now."I told Steve, "I agree, I wish we could be next door neighbors. I think these two groups of women are going to mix it up pretty good."After looking at all the pictures and drawings, I said, "John and I are going for a.