Surely she must realize the perverse nature of my request. What woman would want another to abuse her, black or white, money or for free?Finally a smi...k came over her gorgeous face."Take off your blouse."I held my breath for a moment. Did she just want me to take it off? Did this mean she was actually agreeing to do it?The stern look on her face instinctively brought my hands up to my buttons. The whole time I was unbuttoning all I could do was look at her, trying to gain a hint of what she was. "She had her driver sit on the porch and came inside. I was surprised at her appearance. She was a very nice looking woman but was probably in her fifties. I had no idea that she was that old since Zack was our age."Mr. Connors, I was in Columbus, Ohio on some state business and thought I'd take this short trip to give you the information you requested." She handed me a manila envelope which she said contained the un-official accident report as well as Zack's DNA chart."Would you like a cup of. His hard cock sprang out. It was decent size; 8 inches if I had a guess and pretty damn thick. Not as big as mine but sure to please mom. “True Mary, but few are ever as actually HOT as you!”“Thank you honey,” and with that she swallowed his cock. Mom was excellent with blow-jobs and I could tell he was enjoying it. “Enjoying yourself Mary?” I asked. “Mmm hmmm” she murmured with a mouth full of cock. She reached over to stroke my cock as she blew him. “This is one of the best damn blow. He continued to pursue the subject of going out town and getting a bunch of men to fuck me in a motel room or at an adult theater. Of course I secretly knew that when he said men he really meant black men. This idea still really scared me but stirred my juices at the same time. I started noticing more and more black men were on tv. In commercials movies and that some of them were looking very hot. I found myself watching things I would never have watched before. My husband has a very active.