"Why are you crying, Dad?"For a few seconds, I did not reply. I stared at the beautiful face, even more beautiful in the freshness of the morning, int... her sharp, black eyes; I stared into their depths, wondering if I would ever find forgiveness in them. She was acting as if nothing had happened, but sooner or later, she would know. She would know what a pervert she had for a father. She wouldn't remember our pleasant times together any more. Whenever she thought of me, it would be as the. He told us he was really into wild white girls and would really love to help teach Sally how to take his big black cock in her three available holes.Jeffery worked most nights at the ‘The Bacardi Bar,’ in the red-light district of Brisbane but said he had every Wednesday afternoon off and would drive down to the Gold Coast to meet us in person for a coffee. I worked a full-time job as a sales manager for a Ford Dealership and couldn’t get time off so I suggested Sally meet him alone and we. He jerked and jerked, emptying his balls. He finally was finished and I was spent physically as well. He let go of my legs and I just lay there on his bed, leaking gobs of his love juices.Mike then lied down beside me and he kissed me on the lips. We both fell asleep. During the night Mike would move me first on my side facing away from him and he slid his giant member back into my naked rear. This went on all night long. He fucked me 5-6 times. It was all a blur. I awoke and my bottom throbbed. What is she doing? I finally saw my apartment and checked to see if there were any lights. There were none on and I feared that I may have fucked up, big time! I thanked Paul and ran to the elevator, punching in my floor and praying that Sam didnt just leave with my car and house keys. When the doors to the elevator opened I ran to my door and knocked hard. To my surprise the door opened and there were candles lit around the house and the blinds had been drawn. I could hear I wanna fuck you by.