She laughed a very cute laugh as we shopped along. I asked her if she was in a hurry to return to the house to see if she would care for a bubble tea ...ith me. Her face lit up for it had been awhile since she had that treat. Once we sat in the small cafe area we talked some more and this time I told her that it was my turn to vet her. She laughed and said to bring it one. So we started with the basics, school, how she met Tom and then their life before k**s. Like her Mother and Grandmother she. There was much dancing, laughter, and drinking happening on the Duckworth Plantation in South Carolina. The master’s oldest daughter, Ann, had just wed a free man of color, Hubert Maynor. The crowd was going wild.The Duckworth Plantation was owned by one Columbus Duckworth. He had been born to a slave mother in 1816. It was understood by most everyone within a hundred miles that his father had been a wealthy tradesman and planter by the name of John Duckworth.Columbus spent his early c***dhood. When I got up to pick up some trash and put it in my backpack.Sandra said, "Daddy... ?" Yea sweetie?", I asked."Ummm... you remember... ummm... what happened last time?", she sputtered."Of course, honey... Please don't think I want you to do that again...", I said, thinking that I would want that to happen."No, no... ummm... daddy?", she said, "I was kinda wondering... ummm you know ummm if maybe..." What sweetie?" Well, ummm could I see your thing again?", she finally sputtered."Oh,... well.... I know you're probably feeling a little empty inside so why don't you come back on stage so Silv can get you filled back up.” Judging by the crowd feedback, the bar has obviously been waiting and I see the breadstick count is already at 42 / XXX so I hope Eddie chose a larger number. I make my way back up to the stage where Silv is standing next to a chair. “What do you say we change it up a little sweetheart and show off that hot little ass of yours...?” Silva purrs. She is wearing a.