” Dad said“I guess I’m the one sounding like a racist…..” Tasha started“Please Tasha, it is not about race, this is about sex. Have you ev...r thought about how sexy it is seeing a black and white flesh being shared? I have! Since finding out about my x-wife I have to admit I have wondered what it would be like to have sex with a beautiful black woman.” Dad said“Really?” she replied“Yes I have. Have you ever wondered what it would like to have a white man make love to you?” Dad askedI peeked. ,Thank you for the kind feedback. Your letter was wonderfully articulate and beautifully written—so much so that I almost wish I was indeed whoever it is you think I am. That I managed to capture or characterize something in such a way that leads you to believe that I’m drawing on your (or someone’s) actual experience is a compliment of sorts, and I appreciate it. But I assure you, all of my stories on this Web site, including this little triptych, are the products of my imagination. Fiction.. Opening the door to his room I dropped his clothes in shock from the sight before me.Jake did not follow my lead into swimming. He found enjoyment playing lacrosse. He was pretty good at it too. The game and all its running kept his body tones and in great shape. A fact that was now presented to me. Laying naked on his bed face down was my sleeping son. His legs hanging off the side of his bed exposing his smooth bubble butt. There was something about the crack in front of me that called out. I. Amber didn’t even have a chance to say anything. She watched up the narrow aisle of the plane as the co-pilot took his seat and ran through some kind of checklist with the pilot while they were taxiing. The engines got louder, the plane moved and turned, and then they took off.Amber was glued to the window. She’d flown before but never in such a posh, private, and cushy plane, and here she was the only passenger in a luxury jet as two competent pilots whisked her from Florida to Massachusetts.