In and out it went, each thrust a little longer and faster than the one before. My mouth tightly shut, I breathed long and hard through my flared nost...ils. My heart was pounding, so loud I could hear it. His hot breath on my tits, my nipples have never been as hard. I remember feeling how really bad I was being to do this. Being fucked by a black man. My mind slipped away, back to when I was about 15. I’d been bad then. Mother had caught me snogging a lad. OK, he’d had his hand up my jumper.. "Mom, I have wanted this for so long, to see you naked, to touch you in an intimate way, and to have sex with you. But I have a bigger secret and I don't know if I can tell you," "You can tell me anything Brittney," her mother said in a very tender way, "we should never have secrets between us." "Well, uh, you see," Brittney stammered, "I have always had this secret desire to see Dad naked, and well uh this probably sounds really wierd, but I uh...." Her voice trailed off as she buried. ” She raises her voice and calls out, “Dad, I’m taking a client for a ride in a truck, be back soon.” A faint acknowledgement comes from another part of the shop. “We’re going to have to go by his office when we go, and he’ll have a fit when he sees what we’re taking.” While giggling she leads the way to the truck and they get in. She shows him how to start it up and they drive off the lot.It takes Mort half an hour to inspect and sign for the gear then hitch it up the F 150. On the way back to. But at the moment we were studying Aldiss, which put me to sleep at the best of times. I had plenty to think about so I was concentrating even less than usual, but the lesson slipped by without my being called to task, and without my resolving any of the distractions that were muddling my head.It was weird bumping into Madeline and Charlotte in the quad afterwards. I was not sure what I was expecting, but embarrassed politeness was not on the list. I just said "Hello" back to them, and wandered.