“And two white folk,” Churchmouse filled in.“Two and a half,” Vanessa protested.“I’m sure Nick’s got all the white people he needs,” C...rl said.To Paul, they all seemed hopelessly exotic - a word he’d learned not to use in front of Carl, but one he couldn’t help thinking when he looked around at his cousins. The farm town he’d grown up in had been close to all white and the skin tones in his graduating class had ranged from alabaster to ruddy. His most “ethnic” friend had been fourth-generation. Everyone was hard at work and I was on my way to get some done myself before the weekend started, I got to my office and after logging into my computer I went down to the kitchen to get some coffee to help me get through the rest of the day. I had a brief conversation with a co-worker and it was back to business. The screen saver was on when I got back to the office; I sat down and moved the mouse to clear the screen. After putting down my coffee I saw that I had an email from my boss. The pastel pink of her tiny nipples on their small mounds, and the tender perforation that formed between what she used to stand, was perfectly presented in prize fashion. My daughter was more of a young lady than she knew. Now daddy, tell me the truth, Molly spoke in a very sexually saturated tone, Do you like what you see? I sat there looking at my sixteen year old daughter standing in front of me totally nude trying to develop words that described her natural beauty, but I was in awe of the. She gave her the chocolate milk which he wanted badly. I could see her calf and little bit of her thighs, but my main intention was to see her boobs, as I am die hard breast lover.Meanwhile I went over to the dining hall, took my clothes and went to the laundry. I put my dress into the spinner for drying and went to kitchen. Thankfully she had made two cups of black tea too while preparing milk for her son. I took both the cups and thought of sitting on the dining table. When she saw me.