I stared at the fight in disbelief, then suddenly remembered the phone.I dove for the phone to call the police, but Marissa slashed the phoneline with...her sword. "Don't call anyone," she exclaimed, "just run...Get out of here while you can..." I'm going to enjoy taking your head," Patrice exclaimed with a grin."You can try," Marissa spat back, "you couldn't last time you triedthough..."Patrice just laughed. "I've gotten stronger since then..." Then shelaunched into another attack with her. ”“No, Dad’s a wholesale specialty grocer.”“Sunny, I’m good with it. Mom and Dad didn’t raise us to be haters because of race. Stupidity, maybe, but not race.”“That’s a relief, Carla. So, did you know we’re visiting your folks this weekend?”“No, I did not. Seriously?”“Yes. He wants us to meet before the marriage.”“Okay, let me get this straight, because he’s been known to misconstrue details. He said y’all’re getting married the weekend after you meet us?”“‘Us’? You mean I get to meet you. He reached one hand under my dress to stroke my breasts while the other guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. I waited until he was at his most vulnerable (though I concede that the opposite may have appeared more true); he pushed the first few inches into me and was waiting for spasms in my vagina to abate as I adjusted to his size – then I struck."Sir?" We still addressed each other formally; for one it reduced the likelihood of an embarrassing public scene and for two ... well ... we. He watched in mesmerized silence as his Sister, totally unaware of the invasion to her privacy, added the bath salts and prepared herself. When Emma was happy that her bath was ready she turned off the water and turned to face the wall so that she was directly in Tom's eyeline. He watched intently as Emma removed her top to reveal her white bra underneath. Next she removed her socks and jeans until she was standing in just her underwear. Tom's breathing was becoming erratic as he struggled to.