And, no there is not enough money in the world to tempt me to be less of a man than I consider myself to be—even though half of me does appear to be...missing.“Nor will you have to help me in and out of the tub, Claire. You’ll be happy to know I’ve figured that one out, and it’s not a problem anymore.“Finally, I’m leaving mostly because I don’t want there to be any uncomfortable times for you because I’m down stairs hearing the two of you getting it on. I do have to say I am a little hurt that. When the door suddenly opened, Joe, and Kristy both felt like they were going to be caught. Kristy was on the bed and only had enough time to cover her chest leaving much of her lower half exposed to her mother. "I thought you were getting up early? What are you doing in here?"Kristy franticly answered. "Nothing, just getting up."Mary looked at her daughter and could see her legs open and her vagina exposed. Thinking she slept in the nude, Mary ignored her daughter's exposed pussy. It was when. "Seriously baby! I spent all my money on you this week." She sighed then shoved the money in the drawer of her side table. Then she smiled and walked over - her naked breasts and belly jiggling with each step. We hugged. I grabbed her wide, black ass as she kissed me deeply.I loved her! She was the best whore I knew.As it often happens, I was not fucking Tasheka. She was fucking me. Two days later an unmarked envelop showed up at my desk at work. Inside was a CD with last 3 fuck sessions I had. After a few minutes she said “I know you, you were my son’s friend”. “Mrs. Butler” I said. “Yes” nodding her head “but I am not Mrs. Miller anymore. My name is now Quinn, my maiden name.” Then it came to me that this woman was Donnie’s mother. As I looked hard at her it came back to me. As I remembered she had flowing long red hair. I also remembered the boyish “crush” I had on her many years earlier. Though it had been about 20 yrs or more since I saw her last. Those same feelings came back.