She was humming a little to herself, trying to cling onto something that felt real. She forced herself to remember something true, anything that was f...ctual, her first time driving a car, the moment she realised she had been accepted into Vet, her first kiss. All of these thoughts rang through her head, as if she were watching an abridged version of her life on fast forward. From the firmness of her memories one thought leaked through, bringing even more confusion, her favourite book Dracula.. At 15 he started to bring girls home, they would be sweet young things. They would watch movies & play playstaion games. There was no kissing or touching at this stage but I could tell by the bulge in Matts shorts on occasions that it would not be long before experimentation would occur.It was nice to have other females in the house as well & I must say he had an eye for the ladies. His girls were usually slender, lithe sexy young things. With skirts shorter than short & barely there tops,. I think he had a secret dislike for the intelligence officer. But then it has been my experience, that officer and intelligence don't really belong in the same sentence, let alone a man's title.About ten minutes later an older man in uniform came into the room. He had gray hair and black eyes. He also didn't smile. "Sergent Stone, you can stop the bullshit and talk to me or face trial for murder." he demanded.I laughed, "If you have evidence of anything, other than self defense, then you need. . even the soles of her feet were jet black. I imagined her against a stark white background, and how that would look.My thoughts were interrupted when she moaned aloud with her pussy starting to spam again after having already cum once on my embedded cock. The contrast between my older white body and her young black body was amazing.I slipped my hands up to cup her rounded tits with my fingers tweaking and pinching at her hard erect nipples."I want to suck these" I told her as I beckoned her.