Donna cried out, "Hell yeah slut. Eat my horny black cunt while my mother eats you out. I'm going to cum in your mouth while you cum in my mom's mouth... Fuck yeah, suck, suck, shittttt yessssss. Drink it all up you slutty white pig. Yessssssssss!"Donna sat back to relax when suddenly the big white woman overpowered her. She pushed the girl on her back and straddled her face. The white woman fucked her face furiously. Donna found herself eating pussy for the first time in her life and liking it!. He was just considering retiring for the night when he heard a faint buzzing. It took him a moment to realize that it was his communicator. He had never received a message, even though he never failed to send his regular short burst acknowledgement that he was still alive and no Grojan activity had been detected.His heart leapt into his mouth; they would never risk communication unless something serious had happened or he was being recalled. He ducked into his tent and removed the small box. "Harpy," Ethan said and took a step backward away from it. The movement drew the creature’s attention and its head whipped around to stare at him. "Ethan Andrews," it hissed and lunged at him. He reacted instinctively and the iron skillet came up and slammed into the monster's head only inches from Ethan's face. The harpy crumpled to the ground in a feather pile and didn't rise again. A familiar voice screamed from outside not giving him a chance to think about what was happening. He ran to the. Dad gave her a withering look. ‘How is he going to support you in the style you deserve?’ ‘He has a very good job.’ Don’t mention the trust fund. He isn’t after my money. And his value is intangible, yet quantifiable. Ugh. That’s how Jeff would say it. I’ll leave that approach to him. ‘What does he do?’ my father asked. His tone and demeanor told his girls he wasn’t backing down an inch. ‘I’m not exactly certain, but I think it’s biochemical engineering, sort of.’ ‘Well, at least he isn’t.