" I looked at her. "There's a gorilla on your porch."She laughed and said, "That's no gorilla. That's my dad. He's nothing but a big Teddy Bear."I sai..., "Yeah, right! What's he going to say when he sees a white honky bringing his daughter home. He'll probably beat the shit out of me."She said, "You read too many magazines. My brother Bobbie, whose house I was at, is married to a white gal so interracial is not that big of a deal here. You better walk up to the porch with me because my dad does. I rolled mine down. An attractive blonde lady from what I could tell. "I don't have my purse with me and I'm almost out. Could you please put a few dollars in? I'll make it worth your while..." My first reaction was to just so no thanks. "Is there something else you'd like?" Again, my mind racing. "Would you give me a handjob? " Seemed like an intelligent thing to say. Without hesitation she began walking to my truck and hopped into the passenger seat. I stepped into the driver seat and. Her waist was slender, but swelled to full, broad hips and a firm, pliant, heart-shaped ass. Her soft, rose-pink pussy lips peeped out between her satin-smooth thighs, atop slender, smoothly tapering legs.She wasn’t naked, exactly—she wore some clear, opalescent gift wrap. It was tied on with two red satin bows, one under her breasts, making them stand out even more impressively, and the other tied low around her hips, half-covering her artfully shaven mound without really concealing it.“Oh,. After she quit crying she had one of the best orgasms she ever had according to what she said.” “What did you do to her? That’s awful don’t even answer.” I say. Brad laughed. “I didn’t do anything to her. I laid her on the hood of the truck and made her masturbate. She went crazy on that pussy. Oops sorry mom too much info." “So, finish your story.” Brad demands. “Alright” I sighed. “Well we’re all sitting there looking at this guy’s erection and I just reached out and grabbed it and started.