Tonight he was lucky to catch a scarcely thin stripper take a tall bronze skin man out the back of the club. The man was grinning and staggering drunk...nly as he patted the thin stripper on the backside of her short skirt."You like my tight little ass, right?" The stripper said as she turned around and squatted to push the drunk mans penis in her mouth."Bitch you better put that mouth to work and give me that tight black ass" the drunk man said as he put his hand against the side of the building. I just want her to be happy and it was unfair to try to repress her. So I thought "let her be".I didn't notice by then, but that image trigger something inside of me that I didn't experience since that day 20 years ago seeing my mother posing her nipples to those boys at the beach. It was like I found out my mom was kind of hot, at least to me - and probably to more men. The following weeks as I try to surpass my repressed feelings, my curiosity triggered. While my mom in the gym, I went to to. The bride and the groom sat in silence, swallowing down the last bits of their respective cake, having fed the bulk to each other playfully, turning green, and not with envy.All of the guests failed to notice the telltale sloppy hole in the cake that told the true story; that Vicki had blown a huge, gooey, steaming wad into it, filling every nook and cranny of the moist, delicious cake with the moist, sticky, warm contents of her bloated, scorned balls, which themselves were now covered in. "Beth gave me a worried glance, so I quickly added, "It's nothing bad. I want your opinion on a couple of ideas I've had and I want to hear your thoughts on a design I did a little while back. I also need to go to my apartment to get my laptop." I held up a hand to forestall her objections, "No work, I promise, I just need to check my email and show you the design. It's on the laptop. I can bring it with us and we can plan out and book our trip."She half frowned at me and said, "OKAY, but at.