I... made it... for Mae."She almost looked ready to cry. I think that showing us her vulnerabilitywas very difficult for her."Oh, Hilda!" I crossed th... kitchen and took the cake from her and placedit on the counter. "It's beautiful! Thank you, so much!" Then I turned toMae and said, "Did you hear that, honey? Tante made this for you. What doyou say?"Mae was a little overwhelmed by the awkwardness of the situation, but shesmiled broadly and hugged Hilda, jamming her head into Hilda's. Wait, did you say 1241? Damn, that blonde is a hot piece. I'll do it, maybe give me something to dream about."When the bellman raps at the door I throw a towel over my naked body, wrapping my stiff cock so it's pointing up to my waist and making sure the bulge is clearly visible. I open the door wide and ask the young man--18 or 19, maybe--to bring the tray inside and put it on the table. He's tall and dark and lean, Italian background probably, or maybe Spanish. As steps past the corner and. The leader of the local TV station and the local newspapers were Black. And many African American patrolmen in the police department were now sergeants and lieutenants. When Carl went with his wife to the police station to make his complaint, he was interviewed by an African American lieutenant and and African American sergeant.“This Black bastard is fucking my teenage daughter. I want him arrested!” Carl screamed.This comment shocked the African American officers. This sounded like it could be. Emma Jones was descending the stairs, and those of us with our noses pointed skyward were rewarded with a glimpse of Emma's snowy white thighs as they rose to form the crack in her heart shaped bottom.Emma reached the last steps, and I coldly ordered her to my office. As I closed the door, I stated, "Emma it appears you forgot to put knickers on under your school uniform this morning." Emma kept her head lowered, and brushed her long straight blond hair from her face, pushing the strands.