" Daughter.He referred to me as his daughter, which I thought was great, until Irealized that there was no other way. For him to say I was his son wou...dcause him ridicule. So much for that. Lunch was pleasant, however, dadhad a lot of questions for me, which I answered, everyone. When he askedme how long this had been going on, I glanced at mom, drew in a deepbreath, and told him "since I was little. Maybe 5 or 6 I guess." That'swhen he laid down the law." I guess, since you say that you have. I was weirded out for a while. first that a white girl would suck a black guy then later when - after much thought- i was forced to ask myself “Am i racist?” At this point in my life i had encountered many different races, Asians, Latino, Middle-Eastern and had made friends (and some enemies) with each race. I had seen porn involving many races having sex with white men or women and was never turned off. So i figured i wasn’t racist in general but for some reason Black was different. i couldn’t. Tiffany believed them both not one little bit but it would changenothing. Raffe was gone and she was broke and still selling her ass tomake ends meet.Stephen got everyone settled and made them all drinks."So what's the deal?" Tiffany got straight to the point.Lyle nodded at Stephen who began."Lyle and Tina approached me with an idea which at first I thought wasludicrous but having mulled it over for a while I think it will work," hebegan."As you know there are several high stakes poker. Now which one is the groom to be?" "That's Jack right there." said the best man pointing to a grinning red headed guy slouching on the couch. With that, both ladies glided over to Jack, each took an arm and pulled him to his feet. He was a little wobbly but Payton was right there with a chair from the kitchen for him to sit on. After he collapsed into the chair Payton moved over to the side of the room and wound up standing right beside my chair. I turned to look at her and for a brief second I.