Just when I thought it couldn't get hotter, she turned her head back and gave me that lovely smile, along with her sexy braces.I pushed the head of my...cock against her ass hole and began stroking it. Impossibly, it got even harder. It hurt so bad as it throbbed. I felt her sphincter wink and almost lost it. I jacked off with one hand and played with her twat with the other.I leaned down and placed my tongue on her clit. I licked her all the way across her pussy, continuing down her crack,. "Perfect for my more surprised guests."She crouched and jumped. A downward thrust of her bat wings boosted it into a graceful leap that took her right onto the bed and astride George's body. The bed rocked and swayed with the force of her landing. George lashed out with his arms and legs and tried to buck her off him."So lively," Nicole said. "You should save that energy for later. You'll need it."She whispered words so alien they slipped from George's ears before his brain could register them.. So she can go on the attack.Mother stands up and looks me in the face just inches away.I stand at attention."Trying to fight a smug smile, my precious little spawn?" No mother." (Well, yeah! Of course I'm trying not to crack up, thisis freaking hilarious.)"No comment, then? Some smart ass jest that every one of my friends andacquaintances are an old ex flame?" Why no, mother," I say in the most 'matter of fact' manner I cansummon."Estelle and I were camp counselors from summer camps that. My father, Kader Khalid is Somali, and my mother, Elisabeth Monroe, is white. They met in college, and fell in love, got married and had little old me. My parents came from two different worlds. My father was born and raised in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and moved to Ontario, Canada, as a young man. My mother was born and raised in the small town of Oakville, Ontario, and moved to Ottawa for university studies. Fate brought them together, and I am the end result. Technically I am biracial,.