“Take my panties off.” He looked down at me and then a big smile came on his face as if he had found a new toy. “Are you sure, you want me to ta...e your panties off now?” “Yes.” What did he want from me? “It’s your call,” he said, and stood, straddling me. He reached down with both hands and grabbed the little elastic strings on each side of my panties. Looking down at me with a cruel smile, I suddenly realized what he was about to do. “No!” was all I got out before he did it. With a swift jerk. ” I said laying down next to him.“If men here knew you could do that…. They would be lining up to be with you.” I shook my head.“Then we should keep it quiet.” I said.“Indeed.”“Do you like being with black women?” I asked him.He arched an eyebrow.“Where did that come from?”“I am just curious.”“I love being with all women.” He clarified.“Do you have a preference?”“Not really, I have been with all shapes and sizes.”I looked down.“I guess I would be the biggest one.” I said half laughing.“No, you. As the evening wore on into night, couples left one at a time and I started to clear up the inevitable mess that remains after such a get-together. I was a bit pissed off that Andy hadn't mingled more but was even more miffed that he'd spent most of the evening with Jerry, the hunk of a golf pro from my club, who I'd spent the last few weeks persuading to come along. I was just about to go and ask Andy for some help with the clearing up when he disappeared into the house only to return a few. ” as it was feeling too good to talk. And now, I was feeling the feeling I always got to, but it was starting to go beyond that, way beyond that. And then, I started pumping my hips, mom started pumping her hand harder and I shot my first load, clear to my neck. Then a shot to my chest, another to my chest and yet another to my stomach and mom kept on stroking. Soon it was just oozing out onto her hand and I was breathing so heavily. “Don"t move,” she said, “I will be right.