My Adopted Daughter_(0)

We adopted Shannon when she was fifteen. She came from an abusive home in Cleveland and she came by the way of a family that knew we were looking for a child. We had never entertained the idea of an older child, we were only in our early 30s ourselves, but she was in need and we were having problems getting a child.

We didn’t know the problems in the home or what she had been through. She was scheduled to arrive on Friday, and we had already cleared the room, gotten her a bed and dresser, and planned on a shopping spree and a few weeks without work. When Friday came, Shelly had to be at work so I went to the airport and waited by the exit with a sign reading “Welcome to Raleigh Shannon.”

I waited patiently. When her flight arrived, people passed me by until there was almost no one left. Then coming down the hallway was a worker with Delta with Shannon beside her. I knew right away that the picture we had received was old. What was walking down the hallway was a woman. She wasn’t tall, maybe 5’5 or 5’6, but she had curves that shook when she walked. He hips swayed back and forth and her body was absolutely stunning. She carried a huge set of tits on her tiny frame, and between the short jean shorts she was wearing and the wife beater she had on, she left little to be imagined. We had known she was black, something that wasn’t a problem with us, but she was more than that. She had an ebony glow to her skin, and when she was right in front of me, it was all I could do not to stare at her body.

She said hello and shook my hand. The Delta agent told me this was Shannon, my new Daughter, and pointed us to the baggage claim. We didn’t talk anymore until we got into the car.

“Well Shannon, I know this is going to be strange, but I think it will work out. Whats past is past. Now we gotta work on getting you set up with a new life.”

“Thanks. We’ll see. I wasn’t to game for this, but I know I have to make the best of it.”

I tried to keep my eyes on the road on the way home, but it was difficult. I kept reminding myself that she had come from a bad situation, but her breasts were so large that they spilled out the sides of her shirt. You could clearly see the black lace bra underneath the thin white fabric. When she moved or we hit a bump, they rippled with the movement of the car, enough to cause a hard on to build in my jeans.

When we got to the house, I showed her her room, set her bags down and then gave her a brief tour. I told her she could shower off if she needed to and told her that I didn’t want to leave her alone but if she wanted to she could be alone to get use to her surroundings. Then the phone rang.

“Mr. Griffin. This is Tonya from the agency. I take it Shannon got in ok.”

“Yeah, I just got her set up in her room.”

“That’s great. There are a few things that we need to go over.”

“Ok. Well you know this is a three month trial period. If either Shannon or you all have any problems we can have her reassigned.”

“Well I don’t think that will be necessary. I’m guessing she has been through enough.”

“Well that’s good to hear, but there have been problems, and I want you to know that if there are problems, you simply have to make a phone call.”

I heard the shower running.

“What kind of problems?” I was concerned.