The Young Black Man reflected back on the evening's events. He was in an absolute state of bliss! He could not believe his luck! This sexy White Woman...had picked his black ass up at a bar - where there were too many Black Studs to count - and dragged him back home with her. They then polished off a bottle of champagne...whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, black high heels and a pair of. My dad pulled the car off to the side of the road and looked sternly at me. ‘You never have to apologize to me for not succeeding in anything you do. The only time I want to hear an apology from you is when you haven’t tried your best. I’m very proud of you. You knew that your opponent was more skilled that you and that you were probably going to lose, but you didn’t quit. You showed real courage, the true spirit of a man. That’s all I can ever ask of you.’ That made me feel really good,. Her hand took his and guided it to her nipple it was as stiff as his dick, the gentle finger found the areola, traced the edge of the lovely disk squeezed oh so gently the erect nub and hefted the whole sack to feel the weight, he could recall every moment every move every touch, the moments soon passed. Soon his goddess was asking him to sit once more saying, “you can play with them later I want to remove these knickers!” Reality returned it was his mum offering to remove still more. She was at pains to remind us that we would have been only too happy to use the strongly sprung traps on the tenderest parts of her body; Sam reluctantly admitted that was indeed true; he had envisaged them on her lovely breasts.Before we knew it, she had gently it must be said, lowered the bar on the giant mousetrap across his foreskin, she then came to me and fondled my flaccid prick slowly fitting me with the painful spring while explaining I had laughed at her discomfort with the bin man..