I sat and watched cars drive by, Jamacians walking back and forth through the crowded, semi-dirty streets. As I was sitting and watching the people fr...m my room, I started having ideas about how to actually do something. How about sneaking out during the night and go exploring? I don't know, I read that white people get killed here sometimes for just being white. I sat there thinking on the thought. Why would I risk going out and getting myself killed just to have alittle fun? I guess being. I should have been more careful." I offered apologetically."You really laid it on the line for her... I'm proud of you Dad." she said smiling."I'm not sure it was the smartest thing I could have done; I guess I let my temper get the best of me. I hope I haven't done too much damage." You were right, Dad. It's up to Mom to decide. She's the one who left us. She's the one who doesn't call or come here." Lindsay was growing up fast; maybe too fast. I gave her a hug and another kiss and thanked her. Ecstasy shot up my body as my balls smacked into her taint. Her thighs locked around me, her hips bucking to match my thrusts. Hungry purrs rumbled from her throat, spurring me to fuck her hard. To pound the whore's cunt.The bed creaked, groaned, protesting the force of my strokes. I slammed my dick hard and deep into her hot, wet flesh. She purred and howled, loving the violence of my thrusts. Her mouth opened, snarling with feminine passion. Her claws raked my back.The burning pain scratching. She feels him finish unzipping her black party dress. His hand now quite beneath her skirt slowly sliding along the back of her thigh. She gasps. ‘Wait- oh!’ She attempts to say something to stop him just as she feels the slick embrace of his tongue gently moving along her collar bone and his nails gently raking on her sensitive flesh. She considers objecting or refusing. But only for a moment. ‘Yes…’ She whispers it, barely a sound at all. He moves unerringly. Whether she was giving him.