-not feelin’ good man. Payin’ da price for those gas station burritos n doin’ my time on the toilet. Imma get the next boat I can.The eldest Sha... ch*ld shook his head and laughed at the ridiculous smoothie bar manager, looking up at the Wests, and giving the signal that everyone from their side was there. Apparently, they had already gotten the signal from Jade and Robert West raised his hand to the boat captain and motioned to get started.The boat took off in the next minute, knocking a few. So I showered and got ready to drive a short distance to her place. Finding it was rather easy because she provided me with excellent directions. When I arrive, I cautiously knock lightly on the door since there is always the slight edge of nervousness meeting someone new. The door immediately opened to reveal a stunning woman, dressed in a loose silky blouse, business skirt and heels. We made eye contact right away and I could feel the warmth in her eyes as she led me into the living room. My. You not like Chinese. I not like white bitches. But I like eat white bitches. Now eat me or I throw you out window.”Believing the threat, Angela meekly nodded her head. Ming obligingly turned around, planted her pussy over Angela’s face so Angela could see her black haired pussy and the crack of her skinny honey coloured ass and promptly ground her pussy into Angela’s face calling: “Lick me white mommy.”Angela’s reluctant tongue found Ming’s wet cunt quickly and she tentatively licked while. -Lady Daisy ***** Pure Imagination Part 1: Fairyland ‘Don’t you know that everybody’s got a Fairyland of their own?’ -P.L. Travers Chapter 1: Winds in the East England, 1975 Jane Banks walked into her town’s thrift store. She looked around. The same things that never seemed to get sold were still there. There weren’t many new things. Arnold, the shopkeeper, was tidying up. ‘Morning, Ms. Banks.’ he said. ‘Hello, Arnold.’ she said back in return. Jane was a woman in her fifties with brown eyes.