Let’s just call him E. We had some good fun & mutual adventures. Since E; was a slightly prejudiced old white guy, I enjoyed having him help me prep...and get ready to go downstairs to find a potential Black costar. Yes, living in a nasty neighborhood where one gets a reputation fairly fast worked fine for me. My favorite weekend fun eventually became going to ghetto after bar parties but that is another story………..inviting kinky Black Men up to my place to party while my white boyfriend filmed is. Jack’s penis stayed firmly erect as she did so right down to the last swish of the blade in the bowl of water and the last wipe of the towel around his cock and balls.Jack couldn’t believe how good his manhood looked now. It was totally different. It looked so much longer and thicker without any pubic hair around it. It also felt just so clean and fresh as the air circulated freely around all that newly exposed skin. Jack was enjoying this new sensation to the full but it wasn’t going to be for. I told the guys on the teams I bowled on that I had some personal problems that needed looking after and told them I would have to sit out for maybe a month. Next I hit the liquor store and stocked up on what we usually had in the house and stashed it under a tarp in the garage and waited.The first opportunity came the very first week that I followed her on her girl's night out. It was the next night, which was usually my bowling night, and I had driven a couple of blocks away and then come. I know it was because it all was said in the heat of the argument, but Dad ended up having a DNA test done. He and Mom were both shocked when it came back that Dad was not my biological father. Dad started divorce proceedings the next day at nine a.m.He was the only Dad I ever knew. He worked all the time and we weren't all that close but now there was no one. After the divorce I talked to him once in a while but it wasn't the same anymore. When I asked Mom who my father was, she said she.