It just came flying out of my mouth. He burst into laughter. He seemed to really enjoy my amazement. ‘I take it you’ve never been with a black man...’ No I haven’t. Oh my God! I thought maybe it was just something people said. Seriously?! He asked me if I wanted it. I shook my head yes. Oh I wanted it. I was also a little scared of it. I reached out and began stroking him, watching it grow even bigger. I could wrap both hands around it, one on top of the other and still not cover the length of. In the dark it would be difficult telling whichlingerie was mine and which was Frances's. What a strange position tofind myself in!I wanted some space for my male clothing and Frances cleared a shelf inour wardrobe.I watched as Tim rearranged his drawers and carefully put his socks andboxer shorts at the front of his top drawer and as Barry simply threwout all his male underwear.Frances asked Barry what we should call him when he is dressed en femme.Barry thinks for a moment and says, "I. ” “So you think I have a chance?” “It’ll be easy, we’ll help you. She can’t take you home, though, She still lives with her parents. Your place works right?” “Well yeah, but is there going to be an issue with her folks?” “Nah, they think she’s spending the night with me. Her parents are a little prudish; they have no idea what she’s doing. They’d kill her if they even found out she was drinking tonight.” “She’s never had a drink before?” “Don’t be dumb, she’s not innocent.” That was good. Jim took the tray and set it on the edge of the tub while John wasted no time with niceties and grabbed the breast nearest him and covered my mom's mouth with his. Her right hand grabbed the back of John's head and with her other hand she wound her fingers into Jim's hair and guided his face to her boob. Steve looked over at me like, "What the hell?" and I just shrugged as I watched Mom pulling Jim's face down next to his brother's and they both began sucking like nursing babes.The sucking and.