His hands stroked her cunt and ass, sliding up and down her inner thighs and then up her back."Don't move, whore. I'll be right back."He moved away, p...dding across the tiled floor naked on his big black feet. Dale stayed in place, fighting back further useless tears and trying to use the brains she had always prided herself on to get her out of the terrible fix she was in.The familiar sounds of the computer room filled the air, and made her awful plight seem almost unbelievable. Never would she. Like so many black women from the United States of America, she was lazy, rude and downright vicious. She had nothing to do all day but to cuss about black men. She lived off welfare, basically taking advantage of the United States government and taxpayers everywhere. There are lots of women like her in the black community. We call them the Welfare Queens. They curse a lot, they’re lazy and they’ve got enormous round and brown, thick asses. I’ve just described the prototypical black bitch from. ) I stood in front of her and she said, "God, Mel, there isn't a guy on this earth that wouldn't cum in his pants to see you like this. Look at your nipples, how they show."I twirled in front of my mirror and I have to admit I looked super-hot. This was it.So, on Saturday morning, after our parents left, I went back upstairs and put on the baby-dolls. Rob wasn't up yet, so I could make it look like this was my normal nighty. I looked in the mirror and, I have to admit, I looked very fuckable.. Sharon had thought of many ways to start the conversation, the quickest, easiest way, was just to say it, she decided, “You’re a tease, Misty,” she said.“What…. what do you mean, Mom…? what did I do? Misty replied.“Oh…. you know what I’m talking about, you little Imp,” Sharon went on. “It isn’t nice to tease boys the way you’ve been doing with your brother.”Misty giggled and smiled innocently, “You noticed, huh?”“Yes…. I noticed… how couldn’t I?” Sharon said. “Letting your skirt climb over your.