As soon as the intros were done, Denise followed me to the kitchen."Scared?" she asked."No. Well. Maybe a little. Your dad is pretty intimidating. I'v... only met him once before." Well, he was impressed that neither of you white boys flinched at riding in the back of his car." Are you kidding? That's a luxury ride. The four of us weren't even crowded. How's he feel about you dating one white boy one week and another the next?" Well, you scored points by inviting him to lunch and to meet your. I propped the feather up so that the tip was lightly brushing her clit and I walked back to the kitchen to grab a cube of ice. I got onto the bed with her and popped the ice cube into my mouth, holding it in my cheek. I began kissing her breasts again, and as I took her hard sensitive nipple into my mouth I dropped the ice cube onto it, between the brushing of the feather that I had propped up and the ice on her nipple she screamed out in an orgasm and soaked her bed with her sweet juices. I. More

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