They understand how their bodies are put together, which a man never will. And, really, did you cum when your father fucked you? He did fuck you, didn...��t he?”I didn’t answer, but I could feel my face turning bright red. Mom undid another button on my pajamas.“I thought so. Well, he’ll be out of the bathroom in a couple minutes. And then he and I will make love. Do you want to watch?”She undid the remaining three buttons and my pajama top hung open. I had no idea what to say. I guess I knew I. She turned to me and smiled, and I saw my cum spread across her face, with several gobs stuck in her hair and a few lines almost seeming to connect the dots of freckles on her cheeks. "In here with each other, its just us, and we be ourselves and just do what we feel like and be together. We don't have to hold anything back." She reached up with one finger and wiped my cum off her cheek. I woke up slowly feeling something unusual. Usually I woke up feeling still groggy, but today something was. It was the sweetest kiss they had ever shared. Sam would not object to him dropping her to the floor and taking her right there in the dining room. She wanted him to. More than she’d wanted the kiss.“Can I ask you something?” Her breathing was labored and her heart beat erratic. “Chicago and Waco. It wasn’t just stress from the job, right? You really wanted me?”“I want to marry you, Sam Dunbar.” Carefully removing a black satin pouch from his jacket pocket--a box would have been too obvious--he. I'll haveta git myself a real good looker from LA; a shorty dat knows how to show off her beauty, niggah style, not dressin' like some boring whitey-next-door. I bet ya got nuttin' in ya closet that makes ya look like a foxy ho?" I DO! Most of my clothes are like that..." Seein' as how ya only poppin' inta town for a couple of minutes, when ya get home, get inta ya hottest five outfits and send pictures of yaself to Julia's phone for me to look at. I'll 'xpect them in less'n two hour, or ya.