My dad is cool he is just bones and takes people to hell when they die if you haven’t already figured it out I’m the grim reapers son. No I am not...all bones there is some meat on these bones. I happen to be black because my dad has a thing for black girls this I don’t really understand but hey whatever floats your boat. All grim Reapers get to choose their appearance when the last one dies and they become the new one. That is where the legend of hades comes from he got tired of the bones thing. I bit fangs-deep into the fabric as he entered me, claiming what had gone untouched for so many years. The only lubricant besides what my poor cunt was putting out was my spit, and that was not enough to keep it from hurting……hurting so good as I screamed, a mind-rending orgasm shot through me. The tongue I’d enjoyed already had been a good warm up, but this is what my cunt was built for, withstanding punishment that only the biggest boys could put out. My scream was not long-lived though,. I didn't have a boyfriend and it made me feel horny sometimes when Dad would check me out.It was late one night. I had been asleep but I heard my bedroom door open. It was dark but I could see the outline of my father."Dad?" "Shhh!" He said to me."What's wrong?" I asked."I had to see you," he told me.Dad said he was thinking about me lately. He pulled the sheet back and I felt his hand touch my chest. I had a t-shirt on but my Dad fingers were probing my nipples."Do I excite you Jan?"I didn't. Propped up on her elbows, she smiled, giddy, glazed over eyes gleaming in the vast country starlight as she drew shortly from the joint in her hand. Near opaque white smoke whirled up and away, softly twisting in the wind as she swigged from the champagne bottle in her manicured fingertips, her long hair flicking wildly around her face. She loved this moment most, and all the others that came when she found herself nocturnal with him.He was younger and she liked that. He was passionate and she.