I’m in a relationship with a smart, beautiful young Black woman who accepts me for who I am. Life is okay, I guess. It’s not easy being me, folks....If I seem mad at the world a lot, it’s because I’ve felt betrayed by those closest to me. My father, my mother, my sister, my uncles and aunts, all have dished out some mistreatment to me over the years. I’ve tried to forgive them, but I can’t forget what they’ve done. I try to stay positive, you know. Life isn’t a bed of roses but it’s not all bad.. Jenny could feel Eve`s breasts pressing against her back and could feel her erect nipples against her skin. Eve reached around and began to massage Jenny`s breasts, mauling them alternating between rubbing them and taking her nipples between her fingers and squeezing them and pulling them. Jenny wanted more and reaching up she took Eve`s hands and moved them down her body, guiding them downward to her aching mound. She felt Eve gently start to rub over her pussy her fingers gently starting to. Well to begin with I didn’t have any sexual feeling towards Smitha aunty (name changed). I am very close friends with her son Angelo and it was through him that this began. We smoke weed together from time to time and it was one of those high days that he began speaking about his mom A- hey dude do you ever did any feeling for your mom?Me- What do you mean bro?A- I have felt the desire to get my mom naked ..play with her tits fondle themMe- Wow that’s awesome bro Angelo then showed me some pics. I walked back to my car and drove into the drive. Judy, as usual, met me at the door, put her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss. God, I love getting that greeting every day. She saw the packages I had in my hand. “Whatcha got,” she asked, “something for me?” “Well kind of,” I said. “One of the stores on State Street had a, one day, sale. I couldn’t help myself. Everything was so cheap. I bought a new clock for the mantle, a wall clock for the kitchen, and we don’t have a smoke.