Her left hand grabbed my right wrist, and pulled it away from my clit. She stepped forward so that her left leg blocked my right hand, keeping it away...from my pussy. Meanwhile, her right leg moved in close to my left arm, preventing me from removing my left hand from my cunt. She dug the fingers of her right hand in my hair and pulled my head up so I was looking her in the eyes.“Don’t worry,” she went on. “I’ll let you cum…right after you make me cum.” She slid her right hand down her front,. I reciprocate.”Her big eyes met mine, filling my vision with her surprise. A shiver went through her, it took some time. Now, some of the other reactions had been acting to one degree or another, but this had her sincerely stunned. “No...” she said. “A rich powerful white guy like you shouldn’t ... doesn’t ... OHHHH!” she cried as my finger slipped in and kept going. It penetrated deeply, well beyond a knuckle, moving to ready her.“I want you ... all of you ... the whole package of pleasures,”. Sure it was exciting and intoxicating. That was beyond doubt. But was it also toxic? That was the question I tried to push to the back of my mind as slowly the touching and kissing gave way to something more urgent and more carnal.As they each stripped off and exposed their bodies I was overwhelmed by a realization of how stupid I’d been to allow the pair of them to restart their relationship. The stupidity was in the sight I saw through the webcam lens. A handsome, intelligent black man in. I’m dedicated to him and his growth as a boy and someday as a man. I’d give anything for him. No questions. I want him to live a long, happy life, and I’ll do anything I can do to help him get that. That’s motherly love. I’m not even sure what romantic love is. I read somewhere that before a person can say ‘I love you’ with conviction, they must first be able to say the ‘I’. It took me thirty-three years, but I think I’m finally learning who I am. I’m finally seeing myself for who I am and not.