Mr. Wood greets Cassie and her cherry pie

Once inside Cassie saw a black man in his late 30s. He looked like a bulkier version of Rodney. He got up and approached the two teens.

"Dad this is Cassie White." Rodney introduced her. "She is here to welcome us in the neighborhood."

"Well that's mighty nice of her don't you think Rod." Mr. Wood replied giving the white girl a brilliant smile. The blonde teenager had difficulty apprehending that this affable Negro gentleman was the same she had sawn beating off that huge black cock just a minute ago.

"Why don't you give me this pie to take to the kitchen and you and Rod sit in the living room so you can get to know each other better?" Mr. Wood took the plate with the pie while Rodney grabbed her by the hand and led her to a loveseat couch in the living room. He sat beside her with his leg rubbing unobtrusively hers. Cassie found the feeling oddly exiting.

"So Cassie, tell me how old are you?" Rodney asked smiling at her while his hand was reaching around her shoulders.

"I'm 18, actually today is my birthday." Cassie replied trying unsuccessfully to shrug off the black arm around her. She was afraid of what else could the strong black boy do but his hand didn't move anywhere else. While making small talk with him, the sexy blonde teen gradually relaxed. She didn't even notice that Rodney's eyes never strayed much from her budding cleavage.

"I see you two are getting along nicely." Mr. Wood said after he returned with the empty plate. There was nothing inappropriate in his words but Cassie couldn't miss the hungry way the black man's eye were drinking in her nibble white teen body.

"Say Cassie, do you know who the voluptuous lady we saw when we arrived was." His question distracted her from the heat Rodney's strong black body was radiating right next to her.

"Yes that is my mother Sharon." Her words made Mr. Wood's smile turn wolfish. He and his son exchanged a silent agreement and the older black man got up with the empty plate in his hand.

"Why don't I take your plate back to her while you and Rod talk? He needs to make new friends and I'm sure you'll be of much help." She nodded and turned back to Rodney. She was so distracted by the black boy's attention that she didn't even think that her brother and father had probably left the house already.