He made sure he served the rye toast on the same plate every time because of the way it made her smile. She always said, “Ah, my favorite dish.” ...e liked it when she remembered little things like that. He had brought out the raspberry jam and now he spread it on the toast. This was their four o’clock ritual—tea and rye toast with raspberry jam. They would sit at their round oak kitchen table and watch the blue jays, yellow-headed finches and occasionally, doves, come to the feeder. He loved. So he did what any father with impossible magical powers would do.Petra clung to his arm in surprise. “Daddy, are you doing this?”Jake smiled at her. “Anything for you, love.” He pulled her out of the way as a backward-walking woman passed by them. “We wouldn’t want to miss anything, after all.”He followed Mala, running time in reverse carefully. There she went back to the dance floor, and now she was dancing with her suitor again. It looked pretty tame, which was probably why he didn’t stay. I did my normal thing, rolled over, gave her a hug, and rub her pussy... This time, she opened her legs nice and wide, and gave a little groan and a thrust... Cool, we were in for a bit this time. I noticed her pussy was shaved around the edges and that most of the other hair was missing... nice. Sliding a finger into her wet little cunt, I was surprised at how moist she was. Slipping in two fingers now, she was groaning a little more that normal... I started sucking on her tit, this normally. The exhilaration of the realization that he finally got that big black head in his ass caused Mark to cry out "Yes! YES!" and he started to slip the cock deeper and deeper. When it went deeper, he would draw back but not enough to slip it back out of his ass, he was scared it would be tough to get it back in. Inch by inch he worked this studs' cock in his ass and with every stroke it felt easier and more relaxing. His strokes were slow at first but as his acceptance of the huge black cock grew,.