That’s what I mean.”Her mother looked into her folded hands, not saying a word. She left the difficult decisions to her husband. He earned the mon...y, so he had the final say.“Mom?” she asked, hoping her mother would take her side.Her mother remained silent, mulling over her daughter’s future.“You can’t keep me from going. I want to go.”Her father shook his head while pacing in front of the grill.“Nah, I can’t send you to New York. Somewhere I have to draw the line.”“What are you talking about?. Indeed, black/white sex runs in her family – her sister has had two children by two different black men, and Emily’s first ever sexual experience was with a much older married black guy when she was a teenager.I’ve always been very much into interracial sex involving black guys with white women, and we both enjoy watching IR porn (often together). We commonly play out a shared bit of fun that involves me going down on Emily whilst she watches films of hung black guys satisfying white women on. Fact is, I'm in love with you. Should we ... well, perhaps I should say, could we discuss a contract of some sort?"Pru looked out over the oasis for a moment, thinking. He clearly was not referring to her employment contract. She looked back at Terry, sensing his love and slight confusion. "Maybe, Terry, maybe." She shifted slightly, pressing against him gently. "We don't need to do anything right now. I love you, too, you know that, and I'm falling in love with you. At the same time, I'm. I know that you’re going to stay our little back and forth is just a game to keep us occupied. I finally say that if you stay I’ll make it worth your while. You ask me how and I say it’s a surprise. I haven’t told you that I've been to the adult store for some supplies. When we get inside I ask you if you want something to drink and you say no and ask what I’m up to. I tell you that I planned a little treat to make you glad you stayed. I tell you to sit down and relax and I’ll be right.