The stairs were dimly lit so I got only a hint of the makeup she wore, but her lips looked to be the same hue as her nails. Long dark hair split over her right shoulder and fell to even with her navel. Golden hoop earrings completed my daughter’s evening wear. In the few seconds it took me to appraise my date for the night, she stepped to the bottom of the stairs, “I’m ready.” My god the girl was beautiful, and she was right, she was ready. For anything. My duty as a father should have been to reject how she looked, how she would affect men and boys of any age. I stood looking at Zina and wondered briefly if I should change the date, just stay home, keep her out of sight. She is just indian over 5’9, and in the heels she was eye level with me, she Brunette put her hand on my arm and asked, “Are we going dad?” “Not yet, I have something for you.” I pulled a polished amateur wooden jewelry box with a gold leaf ‘Z’ on the lid from my pocket and handed it to her. She smiled with delight and opened the box to find a one-inch circle of gold surrounding the letter Z. I had the charm and box made by a goldsmith in Marrakech, specifically for Zina. She pulled the trinket from the box, it was attached to a golden chain, “A necklace? My initial? Oh dad, it’s beautiful, I love it. Put it on me please.” She turned her back to me. Zina lifted her hair and bent her head to give me access to put the new chain around her neck. I unlatched the necklace she wore and handed it to her mother who was standing near watching us, then hung the new one and fastened it. As my fingers brushed her neck, I saw a light eruption of goosebumps on her skin. Necklace in place, my daughter spun, put her arms around me and hugged me briefly then kissed my cheek. She went to a hall mirror and checked her image, “This looks much better with the earrings,” she Hardcore gushed, “a better match.” She turned to me, “It’s beautiful.” I said good night to my ex who was smiling with pride with how she had raised and groomed the alluring teen girl. As I followed Zina to the car, I interracial wondered if I should compliment how she looked, or keep my mouth shut. babe For the first time in my life the words ‘sexy’ and ‘daughter’ formed a single phrase and I didn’t want to tell her what I actually thought. Since this was a special night, her special night, I rented a limo with driver. He opened the door for Zina, she flashed him a thank you smile then turned to me, “Wow, you really did it up tonight; a car and driver?” “I don’t have to drive into the city, we can talk without my cussing out the traffic.” Zina chirped a quick laugh, “Great, we have a lot to talk about. I want to tell you what I want to do when I graduate next month.” That reminded me that my daughter was close to finishing high school. At the tender age of seventeen she became a senior, and was recently accepted to a highly regarded Ivy League university based on her academic skills. My daughter and I talked on the ride into the city. I told her of my current assignment, the conditions of the land and people, I was silently glad she didn’t have to suffer the same fate as the girls her age in the tribe, she would have been a mother three or four times over already, likely with different men, none a husband. She updated me on her last few weeks of school and plans for the summer. She and her mother were going on a summer long road trip to several national parks. I had tickets for the musical Phantom of the Opera. Zina had the music on her iPhone but had never seen the show. She didn’t know where we were going and managed to keep her curiosity at bay. I could tell she wanted to know but I kept it secret until we pulled up in front of the theater. Zina looked up at the marquee and squealed her glee, threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek, “Really, Phantom of the Opera?? I love it!” What I loved just at the moment was the crush of her breasts on my chest, the scent of her perfume. He slid his hand around her waist feeling her there and then brought his hand out from around her to Joseph's relief and the Hardcore manner in which Joseph was looking at him softened. She massaged me, bringing my futa-cock closer and closer to erupting in Brunette her. I have something in my mind. As we passed him, Mark said, hey that would not count! Santa dropped his hand between Liz's legs and stroked her clit making her thrust down on his massive tool. Chin-sun indian shrugged. To watch her fornication. Max is the result of that training. None of that would be possible right now, though. To my relief, there was a towel underneath me. I quickly covered my privates with it. “I’m going to do to you what I did to your sisters and mother.” I sneered, “I’m going to do babe to you what you were going to do to me. I’m going to rape you into my little fuck-slave. He had a nerdy vibe, with bedraggled Blonde hair, dimples, and today sported a star trek t-shirt. “Oh, my god, you're an amazing justice!” I howled. Carmen seldom wore stockings, preferring to show her well tanned legs to advantage and tonight was no exception, her simple but expensive white satin dress by now well above her knees. “That's impossible,” I said. And now I was going to make a show of her beautiful body. She held her fingers, amateur to me, and hesitantly, I tasted. "Ya." “He’s still our friend, okay?” Fumbling in her underwear drawer she found her dildo. Good night folks!" She looked pleased to have found her freedom. Even in all the porn I’d watched in interracial my life, this was maybe the best looking cock ever!