I could feel her cumming. Her breasts moved back and forth with every deep exhausting breath she was taking. Her hands were now running through her l...ng brown hair, with tingling sensation. She moaned once more. As I looked at her, I had realised that this beautiful sexual woman was my mother.With a spasm through my body I had woken in a deep sweat. Had this been a dream? Or a nightmare? I was asking myself. Had I indeed just thought about my mother in a sexual way? The sweating began again as. We watch on occasion some interracial porn and she liked the contrast of skin colors, and feeding on that began a journey that would eventually lead her to take multiple black lovers over the coming years. At the management retreat, the daytime sessions soon ended and everybody went to the catered dinner at the beach resort where drinks were flowing through the rest of the evening. Reuben was the cafeteria manager and he happened to sit next to JC for dinner and the two struck up conversation. The practical side of him reasoned that a week for $180 was better than one night (or, a few hours) at $120; the hopeful side of him yearned for more after today—an hour or two, stolen here and there, with her naked beside him, as the week went on. Surely today would not be enough to satisfy either of them, he thought. His nervousness surfaced again, pushing aside this mental rambling, and he wondered—for what must have been the hundredth time since they agreed to this sexy rendevouz five. "Come over here Prissy," Master Cock said. I walked over with my eyes onhis cock thinking about the months ago this had started. Nearly a year hadpassed. All of my fantasies had swirled around inside my head. I'm surenone of you can understand what it's like to be trapped inside somethingyou're not. I'm not gay. I'm not straight. I'm not any description everwritten. But, I live (does that mean by Descartes I am?)How different to be in this ocean wearing my sea-green panties, my tonguecoated.