“Phoebe! What the hell are you doing running around naked?” he asked in a loud tone. “Sorry daddy, we don’t have any towels in the bathroom.�... Looking at his daughter who will be turning f******n in just one month, he had not realized that she was indeed becoming quite grown-up. Her budding tits were maturing fast but she did not have any pubic hair yet? “She can’t be shaving at this young age, can she?” he pondered. Her mother shaved so maybe she got it from her. “No sense asking now,” he. "Do you still like it?" Allison said, spinning around and giving him the rear view. Chris's breath was taken away. It was obvious that she didn't have anything on underneath... just like at the clothing store. That answered another question... nylons, not pantyhose. He felt a tingling between his legs. "That looks very nice sweetheart," Bradley said. Then he went back to reading the paper. Allison rolled her eyes at Bradley, looked at her son and then shook her head in exasperation. "We'd. The guy was Jim he said and showed me into his office. I wondered if…he would rape me in there? But I went in after a big sigh… He asked me some questions. Done it before? washing up? yeh lots of times… it seemed a dumb question. Got a boyfriend? yes. Is he a criminal? No! Do you have sex with him? wow! I started to get hot. Yes. We often sleep over my place or his. We do it a lot. So you are on the pill? ahh yess…? good. you are hired! thanks! I was wet and excited and tingled with. Pass my rectum, into my colon, sliding and sliding further into my body.I moan again, and flex my impressive glute muscles around his long shaft. I hear him moan in my ear. I love that sound, the sound of a black man moaning with pleasure; pleasure that my body, my ass, provides. It was built for them.There’ve been so many. So many black men. Lawyers, doctors, athletes, thugs – all have taken me to bed, taken my pussy, taken the object meant for black men, my ass. Oh yes, I feel him so.