Tricia exclaimed, “Daisy, how could Daddy Tyrone sell us? Doesn’t he like us anymore?”“You should call me Latoya now, Tricia. That’s my name...now. We all gave ourselves to Daddy Tyrone didn’t we?” The other girls nodded. “Well, since he owns us, he has the right to sell us. Didn’t our white ancestors buy and sell Black girls? It’s only racial justice that a Black man could buy us!”“I guess you’re right. But why would he sell us? Did we do something wrong? Doesn’t he like us anymore?”“We didn’t. Even then I know she was a prude and still refered to people who engaged in anything but missionary position as ‘a****ls’. I laid her out on the bed and stood in front of her removing my own clothes. As I undid my pants my erection sprung forth and Val looked to the side at the wall. I gently pushed her ankles apart and crawled between them. Her body was stiff, but as I pushed my face between her legs and inhaled the stale smell of her cunt and piss she suddenly sprung to life. ‘Stop that.. She slowly calmed after her intense orgasm and I continued to lick her until her pussy was dry. As we lay on her sofa I continued to lick and kiss her bare thighs as she ran her hands through my hair."That was a great cum. Now it's my turn."I opened my robe and she moved between my legs as my cock started to stiffen in anticipation. Marcy wrapped one hand around its girth and looked up at me with those daring eyes. She then tilted her head back down and brought her mouth towards my cock. She. Hartford,” J4K said. As she took the elderly woman’s money, she winked at Rick whose famous mischievous grin lit up his eyes. She could feel his eyes on her black leather mini skirt, it was a modest skirt that came very so slightly above her knees. She called it her age appropriate skirt, thigh high minis were for young girls in their 20s but when you had shapely Tina Turner legs, it wasn’t necessary to flaunt them. Show just enough and let a guy’s imagination do the rest. Her cleavage today.