He was still watching TV. He said, “Come on, Emmy, how much?” Like me, Emma asked, “How much what, Daddy?” He said, “Just tell me how much p...anut butter and jelly you sent to Botswana.” I laughed. It was the silliest question I’d ever heard. But Emma took the question seriously. “Not much, Daddy, only thirty tons. Each.” He sat up at that. “You sent sixty tons of peanut butter and jelly to Botswana?!” She still looked innocent. “But they have to do something with all that bread they are going. Despite the large meal she had just gorged on, she was still incredibly hungry. If anything it had only increased her appetite as she was now aware of how much she had missed. She attempted to get up but it was too much strain on her and she might start to make some noises she would rather not make in public. She didn’t want to cause a scene, but she really wanted to order some more food. She was so hungry, she had to eat. That’s when her eyes fell on Beth’s largely uneaten meal, sitting on the. He was reluctant because I was under age and white, and a married man of 25 could get in major trouble, especially a black man those days. I was disappointed, but understood. He did agree to let me suck him, so we spent a few days at that stage. He gave me my first oral, licking my little clit, flicking his tongue across it, making his tongue flat and lifting my hood, he would let his stiff tongue trace the outline of my hole, trying to penetrate me, alternating with licking up and down. The only time she ever pleasure herself is when she reads erotic novels in bed with a vibrator in her hand. She would take play with herself using a vibrator or sometimes with her fingers.But now it's Christmas Eve night and she finished all her shopping. She wrapped up all the presents and finished all the cooking for dinner tomorrow. She couldn't wait to see everyone including her daughter at the dinner party. That night, she went to bed alone but with anticipation for tomorrow.Christmas.