They kept together for some of the evening, but they parted at times. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and more than once she saw Vincent chatting cl...sely with him, filling Phillip's drink, and Phillip nodding and laughing. Phillip loved to be thought of as sophisticated. Perhaps some of Vincent's would rub off on him?Around ten, she noticed that most of the guests had slipped away. There was only a core group left of couples and a few singles, most of which had moved themselves to one of the. Impatiently you buck your hips. "Please! Please fuck me!" you beg. You were teased enough earlier. Your eyes are shut tight as you're struggling to move your hips further onto my cock. You don't see it coming; you can't anticipate it. Suddenly you feel me slam every inch deep into your wet pussy. Electricity shoots through you again. It's deep. There's a hand on your hips, holding you in place. All your limbs are held down. You feel your pussy tighten around the big shaft that pumping in and. She was so enraptured with the beauty of the scenery and absorbed in her own thoughts that she failed to notice my return from work.I quietly stood by the door to her room observing her (still dressed in her school uniform) for a while. Given that I had not seen her since young, it was definitely a shock for me to realize how much she had grown and changed from a tomboyish girl to what could be described as a goddess incarnate carved from a work of art into flesh.She still clad in her old. “Ok, well, you know what you have to do, right?”“Yes, yes, fuck niggers, right?”“Right!” “So, you need a lot of money which I’m willing to help you with, but I’m pimpin your white pussy out to black men, do you understand me?”“Yea”“I don’t want to hear no bullshit or excuses from you when I set up black dick for you, do you understand?”“yes!”“I’m serious Christy, when I bring a black man here, I expect you to spread your dam legs and let him have his way with that pussy, do you understand.