Tuesday morning Paul arrived at the Faulkner house and he was surprised when Fred answered the door. Fred was equally surprised to see Paul standing t...ere. ‘Hi Paul, what’s up?’ ‘Oh sorry Fred, Nick told me to meet him here this morning.’ Now both 18 year olds were really confused. Nick then called out from the kitchen where he was having coffee. ‘Hey Freddie, if that’s Paul tell him to come in.’ ‘You heard Nick,’ Fred said and invited Paul in the house. It was then that Paul paid attention to. Slipping out of her expensive silk dress, she stood for a moment in her sexy little bikini. Then she undid the top and exposed her luscious tits to this leering Black stranger. Her big pink nipples were hard and erect and I assumed that it was from fear rather than excitement. Then she turned her back to him and slid off her bottoms, baring her smooth young asscheeks to him and in response he murmured "Nice, very nice my dear." Rachel dropped her suit at her feet and turned to face this Black. She was lounging in the recliner, both legs over one arm and the remote in her hand. Her head sort of lolled over to look at him, taking her attention away from whatever inane teen show about a wizard pop singer with a webcast she was watching. She regarded him with half interested curiosity."Are you sure you don't want to go to the dance? Mrs. Cutter is taking the three of us." Nope, not interested." He looked at the TV. At least the stars of these shows tend to be cute. Betty made a rude. I walked to the DVD player and popped in a porn video of an old guy fucking a young blonde cheerleader. I smiled and slowly jacked my penis. She looked so much like my sweet daughter. I was just about to shoot a load into the air, and I heard the door open. I quickly put my hard cock back into my shorts, and shut the DVD player with my remote control."Hi daddy, what's up?" She said in her peppy voice. She was wearing her favorite short skirt. It was maybe made of cotton. The soft skirt wrapped.