Years from now I wanted her to still feel me pounding into her with wild abandon, filling her to overflowing with my seed. Mariam was no longer lookin... intently into my eyes. Her head was thrashing from side-to-side. Her tongue constantly washed over her lips. Her ass bounced off of the floor matching the speed and intensity of my every stroke. Her fingernails dug into my back, latching her self to me for the ride. I knew that I would not be able to hold much longer but I wanted her to cum. How do you like me so far?’ She smiled, and chuckled quietly, then replied, ‘I’m Cindy, and this is my son, Frank.’ I turned towards the little boy, (and remembering what Toni had said), I said in a very loud voice, ‘Hi Frank.’ Cindy spoke. ‘He can’t hear you, but if you speak slowly, he can read your lips.’ I apologized, and began welcoming them to the neighborhood, using all my charm, and wit in an attempt to ingratiate myself, as Cindy was young, and very good looking, and I was, after all,. Any sex thing you want to do with me,except for the piss thing, is not a problem, really. You get me hot, seriously. I like that, I try to celebrate that in my paintings, because I think, just like my mom, that it is a sacred form of energy practiced by women for centuries. I already can tell how much you get from your mom, how you can snap into a performance just like she did when she was your age. I'm not quite wired up that way, but, you know, I dig it, you know, I fucking dig it. You saw me. “You are unbelievable big brother! I take it you have a bedmate for the night?”“Nope. I invited her to a Rap Session when she comes to Chicago to visit her dad, or when she comes there for college.”“You’re slipping!”“We’re only here a short time, and she’s in High School. Who knows what her situation is at home? Her parents are divorced and she lives here with her mom and step-dad. Her biological dad works for EZI.”“Off limits then?”“Not for coming to a Rap Session,” I replied. “Shall we head.