Exciting! It meant, for one thing, that maybe my mom really wasn't quite as 'racist' as I'd grown up to see her as? Then there was the nagging thought...that my step-dad might be in on this whole interracial sexual thing, as well. It made so much sense that he had been the one taking those photographs---but what about the very real possibility that my mom had fucked that black guy? If my step-dad had taken the photos of my mom snuggling and cuddling with that black guy, it seemed inescapable that. Me: we are going to an apartment where a group of my friends lives in. That is where our adventure is going to be.Swetha: So am I going to perform a striptease for your friends or what??Me: Ha Ha… I am not going to let you get off with such so sooner. We are going for a stroll around the apartment.Swetha: Conditions if any?Me: Yes. I would be fully dressed as I am now. You would have your skirt and Tshirts.Swetha: So what is the fun in that.Me: You would be having your skirt and Tshirt in your. Suddenly mom wake up & hug with Ravi & open his shirt & pant now Ravi only with his underwear now Ravi take it to mom in his arms & went to bedroom then i also wake up & went slowly toward to bedroom door i saw from there then Ravi has remove my mom’s bra & pressing both boobs & taking in his mouth & putting one hand into moms panty & moms hand going in his underwear & shaking his tool. Mom kiss on his lips & shaking his tool & suddenly Ravi wake up & remove his underwear & open moms mouth. Mr. S slowly stopped whipping Ashley, and leaned over her, making sure to grind his now raging erection into her fabric covered pussy.“Now, my little reluctant cunt, are you going to take off your underwear, or would you rather I keep whipping you?” Mr. S whispered into his petite captive’s ear. Ashley shuddered. She could feel her teacher’s cock, even through his pants! She knew she had to do what he said, pride be damned. Whimpering, she slowly reached back and pulled her white panties down.