Well Aunty said all you white boys wanted to get in colored girls britches. I gave her a look and told her your aunty is right, especially about you b...cause you are the most beautiful girl I ever saw. The sun was just setting perfectly so that I could see a slight rosy tint come to her cheeks. Then I put on my best servant accent saying, now miss Penelope you got no worries about this cracker I would never dishonor you. Again, she smiled and lit up my heart. I wanted to take her in my arms so. Even Brian paid me to blow him a couple of times. I didn’t fuck for money, just sucked, fucking was for love. Shortly before I turned seventeen dad and I were at his parent’s house having dinner. Nana (my grandmother) offered me some wine and dad didn’t object. For the first time in my life I drank alcohol in front of my father. He didn’t say no, I didn’t hesitate. I’d had beer, wine and booze (and some pot) before, just not with my dad. I drank three large goblets of wine in two hours. Eileen's eyes widened. "No!"Nora stopped and turned to the side. "Lift my shirt, Eileen."Eileen gasped when she saw the pistol in a holster on Nora's hip."I'm a cop, Eileen, a special agent for the FBI," Nora said."Oh, fuck," Eileen breathed. Then her eyes filled with fear. "Are you going to arrest me?" Have you committed a Federal crime?" Nora asked."No... I don't know. I cut Peck. Maybe I killed him. I don't know." You didn't kill him, Eileen. Besides, you were defending yourself. Killing. She never breaks his gaze, loving every moment of bliss and torment written across his adored features as she engulfs him even more, head bobbing in a soft rhythm, each thrust taking him deeper and deeper. Her tongue continues to swirl along his length, even as he pops through her gag reflex and sinks deep into her throat that spasms and ripples around his girth. She moans, pleasure infusing her even as her throat vibrates along his length, and she presses harder still until her lips kiss the.