She coyly looked over her shoulder at him and smiled impishly and raised her eyebrows, indicating that she had enjoyed her little treat. “Yummy!”,...she half whispered, half mouthed to the horny man. “You better quit that or you're gonna make me cum”, he whispered in her ear. His voice was trembling from sexual excitement, and his hot breath tickled her ear. She didn't care. In fact, she wanted him to shoot his hot load. But what a shame it would be to have his cream wasted on a hand job, not to. Would she have told the police if a Black guy raped her? Was she reluctant to meet her Daddy because she was white and had a racist fear of Black men. Then she thought about what she had been taught in school about slavery and the requirement for white people like her to pay reparations for slavery. If she let her Daddy fuck her, would he think that she was paying reparations for slavery? She was just a skinny white girl Would he even value fucking her at all?At the appointed time, she was. Jeff was there, with his parents and Michelle. I wasn't too surprised that Jeff had rung the bell with his parents in tow, but I was surprised to find that Michelle was wearing a short black dress and high strappy sandals. I strongly suspected that if I ran my hands up her leg, I would find nothing but bare pussy at the end.Jeff's mother looked at me, then Michelle, then over my shoulder to where Rachel was standing. "You didn't tell me there was particular dress that I should wear," she told. I also did what I hate other people doing on trains, I used my mobile phone, but I did my phoning in the toilet. I had to bring Geoff up to speed since I would not be returning to the office that afternoon. I was going to relax in my flat.'Man proposes, God disposes' as the saying goes. Perhaps He/She (perhaps Both/Neither?) was miffed at my boozy activities the night before. God was on the side of my daughter that evening, and rightly so as it turned out.I had a plan. I re-recorded Stephanie's.