Terry looked around to ensure no one was near and his eyes closed and a guttural groan of pleasure came from him feeling her cool fingers wrap the sha...t of his already stiffened cock. Holding his stiff dick in her hand, she looked up at him and whispered, “You know how much I like it when you make me, Daddy.” With that she took his hand and laid it onto her head with a big grin. Now this was more familiar to Terry. He had always been the dominant one; the aggressor. His fingers combed. Appreciated her as a woman, and she wanted to feel like a woman, and not just a female, who could be taken like some prize won in a game. His touch was filled with something positive, even though she knew he had lust in him. But his lust was fresh and innocent, not a poison, like the lust that had been in the man who created him. She wanted to be respected, and somehow she knew that Nathan at least respected her.She had to help him by taking his hand, putting the rag in it, and helping him. And freak out and never talk to us again..." ... so we'll be good little girls..." ... and settle for little girl cuddling like we know you like..." ... and expect from us!" They finally stopped to breathe."Behave, girls," I said, the severity not an act this time. "It's hard enough to stretch the human morals this body comes with to make love to my fourteen year old daughters; it doesn't stretch enough for six year olds. Be good." We will, Daddy. We understand ... Well, OK, we don't. In a flash of what he considered to be brilliant he understood the subtle system at work—or, in other words, how these matches were engineered. It was more scientific than just superficial attractions that made a black man’s skin color unattractive or, in rare cases, attractive to white women. He pictured a female egg under a microscope and all of the little sperm swimming and pushing to break the barrier of this egg. There are literally thousands of wagging sperm trying to get inside, and.