"Now you can just stop that right now! I've told you a dozen times you are NOT going to have sex with me. I've never let anyone fuck me since I marrie... your father and I'm certainly not going to start with my own son!" Mum seemed quite adamant but I did notice that she hadn't pulled her skirt back down.After we had carried the parcels in and put away the booze and groceries Mum complained that she still felt a bit sore and tired, so I volunteered to fix hamburgers and fries for dinner after I'd. He was cute. Also, we came from similar backgrounds. His family hailed from Atlanta and they recently moved to Boston. They’re millionaires too. After all my talk about black originality and all that, I traded my African prince for an African-American football stud. The next time I saw Angelo, he was graduating. Yeah, he had his bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice from Northeastern University. And he graduated at the top one percent of his class. The top law schools in the area, from Harvard. She conjured up a a picture of her Dad behind her, running his hands through her wavy hair as he stared into her eyes in the mirror. She put her hands over her breasts as if to hide them from his gaze, and the vision in her mind floated away. Brin turned again, looking back over her shoulder at her butt in the mirror. She didn’t feel vain at all that she thought it was perfect. She knew that the guys she’d been with had loved having their hands on it, squeezing her cheeks together, holding on. I reluctantly agreed to her plan. She wouldn’t tell me what was going to happen, just that I had to come straight home from work at 5, and that I would spend the evening getting into ‘costume’. Friday evening came. I went home from work, to find Kate sitting patiently in the kitchen waiting for me. She led me upstairs to a darkened spare room. There was what looked like a massage table laid out, with straps over it. My heart was pounding. She told me to climb up onto the table, and only then.