They looked up at me. She was too ashamed to meet my eye. But him, he looked dead at me. I looked at his dark brown chocolate skin, and his thick hai... braided back. His well define jaw line and luscious lips. His hazel eyes, his muscular body. Him looking like a long curly haired Morris Chestnut. He looked right in my eye and I saw him smirk, which just pissed me off even more. I can’t believe I actually was in love with this stupid ass son of a bitch. At this point I wished I could have gone. It was dark, except for the light from the kitchen. “What the hell,” Nick said to himself quietly as he wondered how the refrigerator door had been left open and for how long. He slowly turned his head to look out from the side or the sofa to see into the kitchen. Nick’s eyes widened at what he saw. His young teen daughter was standing in front of the refrigerator in only her panties and a very shortly cropped tank top. Katie’s panties were thin cotton, pink with white stripes, bikini cut. I'd father some c***dren of my own of course, but never with a married, white female; and certainly never with one so obviously beautiful! So I told Jamal that he could count me in on any meeting that might occur between us and this European married couple!Mamadou---SenegalI, too, was skeptical when Jamal told us about this young married European couple, and what they said they were interested in. I flatly denied any validity to it. I argued that there was no way a married man would ever. He caressed her around the waist and kissed her neck. She turned her head and accepted his exploring tongue while his right hand unfastened the buttons on her blouse.“What are you doing?” She asked as he slipped her tits from her bra cups.“I’m going to fuck you.”“I wanted to wait until the store was closed.”“Why wait, I think you love a sense of adventure and risk. You certainly had me showing off my cock enough in here.”Dan pulled down her short skirt followed by her thong. He pushed her.