She was wearing a loose top and shorts, meaning that I had easy access to fondle her tits when kissing her. She raised up from the chair and turned to...me asking if we should dance – I found some music and we danced close – I squeezed her butt firmly and pushed my rock hard cock against her when we were french kissing. After only one dance she asked if we should take a shower….!? Yes?! We had known each other for a little more than an hour and she undressed in the middle of my living room – I. Even so, for politically correct, boring stuff I recommend you read the Government Gazette — of any country of your choice!Here are a few terms used in the following stories, which should be understood before reading: Kaffer, Kaffir — Nigger (derived from the Arabic kaffirah, giavr, i.e. unbeliever); Boer — Farmer (the name the early settlers of Dutch origin gave themselves); Baas — Boss (formerly the »correct« term of address for Blacks when speaking to white men); Tsotsi — Small-time black. I quickly dozed off, and slept for about six hours.I awoke with Hal shaking my shoulder. "Time to get up. Gotta find a room to crash in for the day."We had already crossed the border of Virginia, and just north of Henderson, NC, we found a little motel with cabins instead of connected rooms. It was about 5 in the morning.We checked in, and Hal quickly undressed and lay down on the bed. "C'mon over here, baby, and help me get to sleep."I undressed, and got into bed beside him. We kissed for a. He was visibly a bit shy, but not as much as he used to when such topicswere discussed. He looked me directly into the eyes. And that is a goodsign.- Can boys have such girly undies, mom?- Of course, they can my darling. There nothing such as girly or boyish.What you like, you can wear. Do you want me to find more cute undies foryou?He nodded while looking me into the eyes. That was a strong statementthat he enjoyed the feminine journey we had started.- Nobody can see them under my pants,.