I was likely the first white boy who had shown any interest in her. And who knows what she'd been taught, about dealing with white people? Or about de...ling with boys, in general?We all realized that things had changed a lot, nowadays. I watched for signs that Geneva's father might be unhappy about my hovering around his very young daughter, but as far as I could tell, he seemed unconcerned.Just how much had things changed? That wasn't always clear. This meeting we were going to have -- and. "Oh, more than ever, Sis. More than ever, god, are you so sexy." "Well, I must say, you're making me feel desirable, something I haven't felt in a while. I am so horny, Brenden, I just have to ask you something." "What?" "Will you fuck me?" "You really mean that? Me, with you?" "Yes, don't make me cry, Brenden, please say you will. I am so lonely, I want a man so much. Why not you? We already love and trust each other. Look at me, you say I turn you on? Please?" I stood up and put my arms. "Setting parameters to white females. Running the search now."The pair chatted for about half an hour while Jerome's computer did its thing. It wasn't long before results started to filter in, but the majority were rejected right away for one reason or another. Most of the little girls he found were born and died in the same place, meaning there would likely be locals in the town that knew of their story, even if there were no next of kin. A few other results died in different places, but. The next thing I feel is a warm wet sensation, like rain pelting my face. The first rope of your cum lands on my forehead, right between my eyes. The second and third are in quick succession, both splashing over my nose and forehead and finishing up in my hair. The last few shots glaze my lips. Before I open my eyes, I open my mouth, and squeeze any remaining cum out of your spent cock and onto my tongue. I swallow it up lovingly, and slowly lick my lips. Using my fingers i scoop up some cum.