I made the rounds. re-newing acquaintances, swapping life stories, getting up-to-date. After an hour or so a rented dee-jay started spinning records f...r dancing. Old stuff from the 50s and some newer stuff too. Inevitably I started dancing with Amaka - I don't believe we had ever danced during our school days and was pleased at how good she felt in my arms and how good she smelled. As the evening wore on we both danced with other people but came back to each other. As dance led to dance we. .. I mean Ann, got onto her knees by the side of the bed, with her head and shoulders resting on the mattress and her ass sticking out at her son. He took a moment to smear some lubricant all over his cock; then dabbed a little into the crack of his mother's ass; got onto his knees behind her, grabbed her hips and positioned his cock -- and went right up her ass! Her head whipped up and she turned to look back at him."Dutch moved his fingers faster."Oh Daddy! So nice, so nice!" I'm gonna slow. ‘Some kid, I dunno.’ I glanced at her. ‘You okay? I didn’t mean to scare you…’ ‘I’m fine. Thank you,’ she offered me a smile. I came to the realization at her expression that- holy shit!- she totally didn’t think I was spying! Maybe she just thought I was passing by and caught a glimpse of the kid? ‘Ciaran…’ She pulled me from my thoughts and I averted my eyes once again. ‘Yeah?’ ‘Could you hand me my towel, please?’ I looked up and there hung the white cloth on a branch. I pulled it down and. Oh, well. I guess Marcus knows what he likes. I found another magazine. This one had pictures of black men having sex with other men. My eyes went wide when I saw it. I put it back where I found it, disturbed. When I saw Marcus next, he was coming from the kitchen with some food. He handed me a plate filled with rice, beans and pork. It smelled delicious. Yeah, the dude could cook. I looked at him more attentively than before. He was so good-looking, fine and masculine. There was a ruggedness.