We had not seen any snow yet this winter, though it had been predicted more than once. The night was crystal clear as Adam and I came home from a frie...d’s party. ‘I think it’s going to snow, babe,’ Adam had told me as we parked in front of my house. ‘I doubt it. There are only a few clouds and they’ve said it was going to like three times already, and nothing,’ I said as I snuggled into his shoulder. (Yes, I rode in the middle of the bench seat. We’re still newly dating. Cut me some slack.) We. He didn’t remember him much at all. His mother had hinted that his father had been a spy and had to leave Australia under the threat of deportation.His mother had lost her job in Canberra under a cloud of suspicion. At the tender age of fourteen, she had moved him to Brixton in England to follow his father. Moving to a new country had been an eye-opener. He had got into a lot of trouble in Brixton.His mother was part Australian Aboriginal and his father part African even though his ancestors. He went out and I smiled at Susan.She looked back uncertainly."So, Susan" I said "how old were you when Daddy started fucking you upthe arse?" She looked shocked and went pale, glancing nervously at thebathroom. "Don't worry, darling, Debbie can't hear you"."I was fifteen" she said shyly "he had me almost every night until Iwent to University when I was eighteen". "God!" I thought, "lucky Daddy,no wonder her arse isn't as tight as it might be". This had clearly beentroubling her and now that. I pulled off my panties and kicked them into a corner. I got on all fours and flipped my skirt up over my waist. Then I wiggled my ass in his direction. What are you waiting for, Miss Charity needs you to stick that big dick in her, I told him over my shoulder. Yes maam!, Jerome exclaimed giddily. Jerome knelt up behind me and put a big hand on one of my buttcheeks, his hands were big too. And with his other hand he fumbled away at trying to stick his big dick in my pussy. Big he was, clumsy as.