He attempted a smile but the colour had drained from his cheeks and he looked slightly ill. ‘Connor?’ she squeaked. ‘It’s ok, Laney,’ he sai... gently. Laney? Her head spun. No one called her Laney except her family. He raised her knuckles to his lips and pressed a light kiss to the back of her hand. The sensation made her stomach do flip-flops, which was doing nothing for the spinning in her head. ‘What did I say?’ she pleaded, turning back to the doctor. ‘Give me the full date, Langdon,’ the. "Don't trust the nigger to keep his word, huh?"I was shocked to hear that word. "No, I just..." My voice trailed off."You're just scared, that's all. The old taboos have got you. I know you enjoyed dancing with me. I think you're curious what it feels like to kiss a man with thick lips like mine, aren't you?"I'm sure I blushed. I HAD wondered about that."Come on, Cindy. Show me you're not just another racist white girl."I hesitated for a long pause. "All right. You'll see." I was going to show. We chatted for a while and I invited him round to ours for a few drinks later while the football was on. He said ok and would be there at 7. When Clare returned from work I told her I had a surprise waiting for her and set my plan in motion. At 6.30 Clare got dressed in her sexiest clothes, a very tight, short dress which showed off her pert ass and ample cleavage and left the house. Steven arrived at 7 and we sat down with a few beers to watch the footy. We chatted away and it didn't take long. Marcus began to softly kiss his mother’s pubic hair, his lips reveling in the wiry brushy feel against his lips. His mother moaned as his hands held her thighs apart.He kissed and nipped at her pubic patch, and kissed the join of her thigh and pussy lips. He slowly laid his mouth on his mother’s pussy lips and kissed her womanhood. He raised his head and looked at his mother and whispered, “I love you, Mother, I love your cunt. This is the cunt that bore me. The cunt that shall once again feel.