She is eager

Cassandra was her mother's daughter, and very concerned with being polite and hospitable. "I'll go over!" she said, nodding eagerly. Sharon proudly hugged her teenage daughter and indicated a pie to bring as a gift.

"I should go with her," Harold insisted as his precious girl went to the front door. "She shouldn't be alone with those nig..."

"Cassie goes alone," Sharon cut him off just in time, bundling the young blonde out the door. "They're people! They're our new neighbors! And I'd like their first impression of the Whites to be a good one."

Cassie's mind was spinning as she crossed the lawn and walked around the flower bed. She had never seen her father so flustered before; she found it funny, even a little pathetic. As she approached the old Whitman place, the blonde beauty heard noise coming from one of the windows on the side of the house. She paused, then detoured over to investigate.

As the young blonde in the pink dress approached the window from the side,
Cassie suddenly froze a few feet away as she saw movement in the dim interior. Her blue eyes squinted as she tried to make out what looked like a black hand stroking something similiarly dark, something long and thick as her own forearm. She could swear she could also hear grunting and soft muttering coming from inside. "Yeah, you're gonna get it, blondie," she thought she heard him say. "How about my thick cock in your tight white pussy?"

'Who, me?' Cassie wondered, disgusted at the thought of the first male sex organ she would see being a negro's. 'Is that a big black penis?' Startled, Cassie let out a yelp and dropped the pie to the lawn as she thought...