Me on the other hand, I guess where Mike was like our Dad, a tough, machoguy that all the guys liked and girls wanted to date, I was more like myMom, ...he was an understanding, supportive, open minded, kind woman andvery smart, always able to see things from other people's perspective, Ialways got A's and B's, school was just easy for me but I wasn't veryathletic, I guess school was my sport.Mom was the kind of woman I dreamed of being, she was a cheerleader backin college, that's how her and. “I’m wishing my heart out,” groaned Luka. “Well, I leave you to your daughter’s three fingers.”“Four!” chimed in Jenna right before she rammed her pinkie finger into my snatch.I groaned, my cunt clenching on her four digits pumping in and out of me. My back bucked, tits heaving. I dropped my phone on the bed beside me, quivering. My eyes rolled back into my head as my pleasure built and built.My daughter snuggled up to me. Her tongue lashed my ear lobe, sliding up and down as she fingered my. Seeing me still sitting in the chair and looking at her she asked: "What kind of flake are you?" I shrugged my shoulders and she went on, "You watch me being a total slut for three black dudes and you say you are going to marry me?"I shrugged again, "What can I say? I saw you and knew that you were the one meant for me."Darlene laughed, "God, but you sure are a piece of work. 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. I stood speechless for a moment as I took in her beauty. Her skin was so pale against the colour of the robe. It parted down the middle of her cleavage so I could see her pert breasts but not her nipples.As my eyes tracked down her body, I saw she wasn’t wearing any knickers. Her legs were slightly splayed. The shape of her pussy bulged in front, the baldness of her sweet, soft, folds, concealed her inner lips and clitoris.My cock began to swell.“Robin, brave Robin, show me thy weapon and free.