“Part a bein’ house girl, Honey chil’,” she explained. “Ah tell you ‘bout it when you’s oldeh.”Actually, she didn’t have to tell me ...nything. Everybody, even Mama, knew that Papa could mate any girl he wished, the man she slept with sitting on the porch, his woman under Papa on their own bed.Maybe she’d whimper at first, but then she’d get used to it, maybe even working Papa’s favor to their advantage.CLAY AND MAMAMy mama’s matings with Clay were of course not of that manner. Every negra knew. “What do we have here?” she says, lifting the comforter.Anders’ eyes fly open at the voice. That is not the voice of his wife!“What are you doing here?” he asks, looking from her to the bathroom and then the bedroom door and then back to her. “Where is Janelle? If she finds you here...”“You worry too much,” she says when she sits up and slowly starts removing her towel. It is all she is wearing and the sight of her beneath it causes his member to bounce in eager excitement.His eyes fall onto. " So you're just going to sit and look at it? Come on, I've got a bit of an itch, and I think it might need scratching!" Oh, well, in that case, I guess we might just be able to make it a bit earlier." And how much earlier would that be? How about in five minutes' time?" Five minutes? Why so long, surely if you're that itchy you'll want to start having a good scratch right now?" Don't be daft. You know a girl's got to get ready for a good scratch when she's itchy. She can't just go scratching. I proofread my presentation one last time and before I was ready to leave the room, I took a quick peek in the large mirror in the entrance of the room. I was quite pleased with the way I looked, the silk blouse highlighted my big boobs and the tight skirt displayed my curvy ass and shapely legs in a very admirable manner. I blew a quick kiss at my reflection, grabbed my things and headed towards the door and just when I was about to open the door, I heard a soft knock on my door. I opened the.