The final practice, held in the afternoon, went smoothly and quickly. Helen didn't attend because she still had a throbbing headache. Joan was waiting...for her husband to come and get her.Linda and Dan and Tom were sitting in the front pew talking. Joan was on the stage behind the massive pulpit pretending she was delivering a sermon. The three in the pew laughed at her antics. She gave a final prayer and ducked behind a curtain."Dan, come here. I want to show you something," she called.Dan. Then, as Ken continued merrily chatting away and sharing stories and jokes with the group I froze as I felt a hand on my leg. It was Paul. As Ollie continued with the treatment to my back Paul moved his hand a few times up and down my bare leg and, in this way, pushed my short dress up towards my panties. It felt like a mild electric shock! I put my hand on his to try and stop him but I was nowhere near strong enough and he just held onto my inner thigh and wouldn’t move. I gave him a hard. She was the first-ever white female I'd ever had sex with. She was thee very first married white female as well, and she was the first (and sadly so far only) white female I'd ever fucked in order for her to end up pregnant (which she did, but that I'll maybe go into at a later time).I mean nothing disrespectful towards African women (I've been married to one and had four c***dren with her), but the idea of actually having a chance to fuck a white female---that was always something I know I'd. "I bent over, exposing the ruffles on my pantied ass as I looked back overmy shoulder. Danielle snapped the picture. She then had a look come overher face. She walked over to the bureau and pulled out a camcorder. Shetook out a tripod and set the two up so the camcorder faced the bed."What are you doing?" I asked. I suddenly became nervous."What? It's just a camera. I can take pictures, but not record? Come on.Just keep doing what your were doing. Later on we can watch the tape andthen delete.