She has a bra and a sports bra trying to hide the size of her breasts from me. I get underneath her clothing shield and lift it allowing her beautiful...milky white breast to fall beneath. My god, there they are. I focus my attention on her nipples and begin to suck and squeeze her mounds of flesh. She's not attempting to stop me, so I press to the next step... I have to get her naked... I'm going to fuck her! I pull her up from the couch, tits exposed. I tell her to come with me. I stand behind. "Mrs. Smith," he said. "Coach Carter said that you would be expecting me. My name is Marcus, Marcus Taylor, but me friends just call me, Bull."Miriam was dumfounded. Coach Carter hadn't told that her "boarder" would be a Negro. She didn't consider herself prejudicial but she didn't regularly associate with "Coloreds." Her father still called them "Niggers" and "Darkies." Miriam hoped that her daddy didn't pay her an unannounced visit and find this black male living in the same house as his. These are just cheap ones Iwear under my jeans and leathers," Cassie replied, her voice also raspy."I like the contrast in the colour and the way they feel." His fingersbegan to stroke her nyloned thigh."Most guys prefer stockings," Cassie whispered."Oh I like those too." Miguel had now placed his big hand on her thighand was massaging it.Cassie gasped.She looked up into his deep blue eyes and saw the wantonness there. Sheopened her lips slightly; and licked her 'everlast' lipstick to give it. I figured that was still pretty young, and to have an 18-year-old son. I thought she looked her age, too. I guess she wanted to look younger but I liked the way she looked.The last week really got to my head and I knew I was gradually becoming addicted to jacking off to thoughts of my own mom. I started thinking about her naked and even having sex with her. If not that, I imagined her giving me hand jobs or blow jobs. I tried to push away the thoughts when I was actually around her but they.