He continued to fondle her . He kissed her on her lips and caressed her boobs and sucked the milk till he was full. His dry throat needed it. My mom l...ast expected. When I heard a rhythmic sound .My Dad was beside her with one leg over her and one hand fondling her hair and breasts and the other in her pussy. She was not refusing. She was enjoying. I could see her face clearly with the moonlight right on her face. The sound increased. I thought my father was spanking her pussy rhythmically. It. "Yes, yes", I encouraged her and she just smiled and kept working herself. She continued to work her hand over her crotch, which was still covered by her panties. She massaged her pussy bulge and swayed her hips. Her hand sank slowly under the waste band of her panties and probed for her slit. "Do you like that? Watching me?" "Oh yes." My voice was a low growl. "Very much." "How about this?" Her hand slid down, to bury itself between her thighs. "Do you like watching me do this?" I could see. Getting more confident and thinking I might blow this, I said, “yes, I’d love to make love to the most beautiful woman to ever take her clothes off in front of me,” remembering the advice my dad had given me years before, about always telling a woman how beautiful they are, all the time.She said, “You are such a bull-shitter—just like your brothers--, but you do know what to say to a girl!” Note to self: find out about plural brothers—I have 5! What number in line am I? “Get over here,” Eva. "Not sure" James replied, still confused by what he'd seen. "Bunch of hicks just drove past in a pickup truck. What the hell are they doing here at this time of night?" Then, a second vehicle came into view; a vintage convertible lowrider, complete with spinning rims, like something from an early 90's hip hop video. The car crawled past, carrying four black men passing around a blunt, the low bass of rap music blaring from the speaker system. James was bemused. "Are we on the right street?" he.