I am a country girl and had never dated a black guy or had any desire to. Oh sure, I thought some football players were hotties but never had any fant...sies of being with a black guy. Interracial dating just wasn’t done in my small Texas town or our group of country, redneck friends. I had probably heard every racist joke on the planet at one time or another, but I was not a hater. I just stuck to my own race when it came to dating.The guys seemed to mellow out with stomachs full of steak. I put it on immediately, slipping it over my head andletting it fall over my legs. I looked down and it was indeed narrow likethe last one."And now your stockings, honey. I thought you would like these beautifulsoft cream ones. Here", she handed me a packet of stockings. I openedthem as quickly as I could and tried to bend forward to put them on. Icouldn't - not with that corset on."Sit on the bed, Tina, and move your legs sideways; then you can pull thestockings onto your legs without having. I just got caught up trying to get it all done before he comes home tonight, and didn’t realize it was so late.” June said as she grabbed the cereal and a bowl before sitting down across from Autumn.Both girls sat at the table, quietly eating their breakfast, for several minutes before Autumn broke the silence.“I miss our getting together at bedtime, June. Are you angry with me?”“Oh, God, no. Why would I be angry with you? We don’t see each other much since I got a job, but I’ll be home early. Uh... I didn't know you didn't like her..." Terry said. "We can go somewhere else if you want us to..." No, no, don't be silly, darling. Terry, I'm awful sorry! I shouldn't have snapped at you that way. I suppose I'm just a bit... jealous. Mothers get that way sometimes, darling. Of course you may invite Wendy! She's a lovely and very sweet girl. In fact I'll prepare something especially delicious for dinner tonight! I've been dabbling in French cookery. I suppose Wendy likes the French way of.