My other grandmother was from the Low Country of South Carolina and taught me all her recipes, even from the Gullah. My grandfathers were from France ...nd Mexico, and I learned from them as well. I’ve worked in LA. New Orleans, Charlotte and Atlanta in different restaurants and learned from all of them. My food will be different, soul food with an international twist.”Well, that explained her coloring, a light caramel. “Why are you telling me this?”“Because I want to open it in this area,. “Where is she?” I asked.“She has an apartment in town and a job. She is doing fine and we have patched up our differences.”Friday night dad was due in on the late night bus so mom and I met him there. Mom greeted dad with a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. I felt embarrassed by this public display of affection. I looked around to see if anyone was watching but no one seemed concerned enough to even look. Dad tasseled my hair and asked how I was doing. From the bus station we. She is curious but surely not kinky. She seems to be excited thinking about getting banged by a few people or even forced into having sex with someone she doesn’t like. I know you won’t let that happen. I presume you need to wait till her curiosities die a natural death.”Himmat smiled wryly, sitting on a rock on one of the less visited seashores in the city. Daksha was sitting next to him enjoying the strong breezes that were making her hair and clothes flutter in the air. “Can we have some ice. This exposed my pussy and asshole for him and he inspected it and he told John what a fine pussy-slave I was becoming and his friend could not stop talking about what a good ass fuck I was and that this was probably the prettiest pussy he ever seen. He stuck his long fingers and tongue in my pussy and asshole and brought me to a climax and then he told me to get on my knees and pull my ass cheeks apart and beg your black master for an ass fucking. I begged my black master to fuck my ass, John.