?I’m the Daddy if you really want to know. How old did you say you were again?? Chet asked. ?Eighteen.? ?OK. Just wanted to make sure. Your not fi...bing me are you?? Darlene replied. ?Nope.? Chet thought a minute than replied. ?She loves big black dick like a lot of other white women.? Darlene just kept starring at Chet for more answers. ?Let me tell you something girl. I have a list of slut white wives that I service regularly and that’s no bull shit. Women around here know me as, Horse.? . My parents got home at a little after eight and I listened in silence while they talked about their trip. They were still talking about it an hour later when a police detective came to our front door.That's when I learned Marsha went home from my house Saturday, still trying to decide between suicide and running away. But this morning she finally couldn't take it any longer. She broke down and told her parents everything. She spent most of the day at the police station. They brought in dozens. .a complete stranger who has now become so dear to me .What do I say and this story is a tribute to that lovely soul who beared herself all open to me in today’s time and day..Thank you “angel”, this story is dedicated to your purity, innocence and love.Now back to the story- So as I opened the account it shared its pleasantries and we got on talking on chat. It did not take time as we felt some connection instantly and hit it off from the word go…the similarities in our lives was so so similar. Now I knew why he had brought me here! There he was stretched out with his arms folded behind his head, daring me with his eyes and impish grin, and invoking Colonel Calhoun as his witness. Andrew just oozed sexual allure. “I’ve always wanted to dance naked under the stars!” I took his challenge and took off all of my clothing in a flash and danced to the sounds and harmony of Annie Lennox playing inside my head. Softly, I voiced her words and let my body flow with the rhythm, “Sweet dreams.