Our night just got more exciting"Shannon: "Oh? I'm not sure I follow but ok"She grips my hand and pulls it into her spread thighs, as pure lust and bl...ss comes over me. Then I feel it, the tips of my fingers touched her smooth and warm slit. Then she pushes my hand down as her reach between my thick thighs and without warning I feel a rush of pleasure as she quickly slips two fingers into my already soaked slit as we begin to please eachother.A few short minutes past as I faintly hear down the. Fisk’s offenses was being announced, a harried-looking white guy wearing a rumpled suit from target, stood and pulled Anthony up to the podium. “Your honor, Gerald Olson, public defender’s office representing Mr. Fisk.”“Hi Gerald, how’s your mother doing?”“She’s fine, your honor, it wasn’t a heart attack, just a bit too much paprika on her stuffed cabbage. She insists that she put the right amount in. But the measuring spoons are a bit worn. The doc prescribed Pepto and encouraged her to. What are you doing? she thought This is crazyAny rational thought she had was lost when he leaned down and whispered, "I want to make your toes curl as I finger and eat your pretty little pussy."A small groan escaped her, then she felt her head nod almost absently. Then his hands were on her hips and she was being lifted up. Her ass hit the counter beside her as he pressed himself up against her. Hayley felt her back press against the wall. Her blonde hair was loose, hanging down. She had to. He looks past me, eager for a glimpse of his precious daughter and is shattered to realise that she isn't hiding behind the vaguely familiar white girl. I watch his face crumple and his body visibly deflate, shoulders hunched and head hung. "Not her," he mumbles, "Not my Selena." My heart aches as I rush toward him, lifting his face with my palms. "It is me, dad, I'm right here". "Not her," he whispers. "Yes, I am Selena." "Not her," he asserts, louder this time, "Not her. Not her, not her, NOT.