I felt completely like a submissive little white girl serving her Black African King. I loved looking at it while I sucked it. Then I tilted my head b...ck and looked up at My Black Master, hoping I was pleasing him. I wanted to please him so much because I didn’t want him to tell me I couldn’t suck his Big Black Cock anymore. He hadn’t even cum yet and I knew I was His slave, if he wanted it that way. I started behaving like a girl but it was so natural. I didn’t have to try and I didn’t have to. "I have spoken in front of small committees and large groups, often with millions of dollars riding on the outcome of what I say. But I've never been as frightened, as I am right now," he said, glancing at his wife with a silent plea for support."Each of you are growing into beautiful young ladies. And as much as a daddy would like you to stay forever his little girls, we can't stop it. However, I have just learned that, instead of helping you grow up, we may have made your growing up more. I just don't take cock in my pussy, Daddy. I enjoy a giving a good blow job." She was rocking on his dick again. His brow was streaming with perspiration."Daddy, I think I need to get off your lap." Skylar said with concern."Perhaps you should, Skylar." He said in relief.Skylar didn't stand up. She slipped to the floor between her father's knees and put her hands on his thighs rubbing them and making him sweat even more.She rubbed her hands higher up his pants and could easily see his erection. As my loins stir, I can make out the shape of her body under the clear water. The chilly liquid forces us out, so we sit within a nearby pasture, basking out in all our glory for both of us to see. We begin to talk about our lives, and what kinds of things we have been ding over the years. She has gone on a great journey recently, only coming back now to find herself, and hopefully, she says, someone else she has always wanted to be. Only in my dreams have I been so close to someone, yet so.