It’s no wonder that my mom divorced my loser father. Day and night he’s nagging me about who I hang out with and what I wear. If he’s not bitching and moaning about something I am doing then he’d have no purpose in life. He lost his cool when this guy discovered out that I do not ” hang around my kind”. This chap finally dragged me to a therapist and I thought Dr. Harvard was joking when he suggest I fuck a black stud while my old guy watched. I thought I was getting punk’d but that thought went out the window when his Jack Napier’s large black weenie came out for me to play with. Daddy turned as white as a ghost as he watched his princess take all of Jack’s rock hard python down her throat. That’ll teach him for not getting me that pony when I turned 16. Anyways, the fun was just getting started when my tender teen cunt was somehow able to take on a black rod that was bigger and fatter than my forearm. The session ended with me getting my creamy dessert of black cream. Hopefully Dr. Harvard can refer my dad to a cardiologist since his heart has been torn apart since then.