"I laughed."And another thing," Whitney continued, "Black mothers treat their kids rougher than middle-class women. It isn't just the economic differe...ce; it's an attitude difference. It seems like black mothers have less patience." Could that be because of the age difference?" What do you mean?" Inner-city women are younger and less mature when they have children, on average."Whitney thought for a moment. "You're right. On the other hand, grandmothers, and great-grandmothers are around to. What do you say to that? My girl would kill me. Some of them would leave over this, some of them would freak out on the both of you ... I didn't know I had never been to this bridge to cross it!"I can't. She'll kill me!" I got this, trust me." she mouthed back.I didn't know what to do. My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and I was starting to sweat again, but most importantly, my cock was standing at full attention, through the hole in my boxer shorts.I didn't want to do this, didn't. They were to meet Sally right after breakfast in the morning."I think this place will be perfect if Jack left," Michelle said in a low voice as they began hanging up their dresses and other items. One thing both needed were comfortable shoes to work in. They planned to go out in the afternoon to do some shopping and put the large amount of cash into an account in the closest bank."He's so creepy," Melissa agreed. "His eyes are so dark and I hate his grin." I know, he seems like he wants us to. Need some time ... to myself." See ya tomorrow then?" Doug asked, clearly unsure how'd I'd answer thatquestion.I nodded. "Yeah, tomorrow."**********************************************************************************************Chapter 33 - Day 40 - Thursday"Why'd he have to make them so big?" I grumbled as I worked to cram mymelon-like assets into my new bra. It was several sizes bigger than myold bra, a necessity to properly encase my expanded chest. Once it wason, though, my whole.