I spread my legs and laid back in the chair and fingered my pussy. Mom continued to kiss and lick Fiona's tits, which I had licked earlier in the even...ng. Dad wanted to fuck her. His cock was big and stiff. I do not think Fiona had fucked that many before, so her pussy was tight. The cock took a long time before it got properly into the hole. He started to fuck her slowly. Fiona groaned."It's so big.”Mom sat on Fiona's face. She was a little surprised and it took the focus away from the huge. Oh, I know the actual events – I’ve replayed them in my mind, over and over, during these last few weeks. It is how and why they have changed me so profoundly that I don’t understand – but they have, and forever.There are four things that you need to know about me. The first is that I am black – and I mean really black, with dark ebony skin. My ancestors were taken in the eighteenth century from somewhere in tropical Africa to the West Indies to work as slaves in the sugar plantations, but. I'm not going to leave you lying in a hospital bed by yourself.” He cupped the side of my face in his hand, just at the border of my jaw. The contact lasted for only a brief flash, but it made my heart leap just the same. “Besides,” he straightened up a bit, putting an extra inch of distance between us. “I'm guessing you'll need a ride home when it's all done. Staying here saves me a trip.” He gave me a smile, one that said he was teasing and didn't mind being there. Adjusting himself. Well it worked as the place was full of costumed partiers. This year my costume was an exact copy of the one worn on stage by Michael Crawford in Andrew Lloyd Webber's, Phantom of The Opera. It had cost me a small fortune to fly to London and see it. I spent another small fortune to have an exact replica made, but the overall effect was worth it. I took a seat at the bar and flirted with a bevy of costumed ladies dressed as super hero's and vampires.It was while returning from a trip to the.