" That was the honest truth. My dad was my pride and joy, and I knew I was his. I had grown up as a daddy's girl, and I always will be. They say that ...rom the instant he lays eyes on her, a father adores his daughter. Whoever she grows up to be, she is always to him that little girl in pigtails. He makes a secret promise to not see the awkwardness of her teenage years, the mistakes she makes or the secrets she keeps. "That's my girl." He pinched my cheek and ruffled my hair. "Quit it dad!" I. Why didn't you join in? You some kind of racist? Don't want to dip your wick in a puddle of black sperm?"I told her I could hardly be accused of being a racist, after all, I was in the house as a guest of Mike's, wasn't I? Then I said:"If the only way I can have you is to be the caboose at the tail end of a train of blacks, so be it, but I want my first time with you to be after a legitimate date. The usual, dinner, dancing, a kiss goodnight when I drop you off after the date and maybe you. She arrived at 2:15 with an overnight bag full of sexy lingerie. I had her to take each item out of her bag and hang them on the clothes rack so they wouldn’t wrinkle. As she pulled each item out of her bag I could already feel myself getting worked up. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to cool myself off. I splashed my face with water, took a deep breath, and went back to the studio. When I rounded the corner Lois was lying on the bed wearing a red see-through nighty. She was propped. With still my heart thumping and trying to jump out of my chest, I gathered some courage and inserted my hand under her shirt. I kept messaging her naked back up and down the spine for quite some time. She was still sleeping or God knows pretending to sleep, which gave me some more courage and slowly I moved my hand towards her round ass. Carefully giving her ass a sound message, I tried to locate her ass cheeks with my finger. Still seeing no reaction or disapproval, I started caressing her.