" I was half taken back by his allowing me to dance with another man especially a black man. It was a fast dance though and I felt comfortable being I...loved to dance.When we got back to the table there was another drink waiting and my husband said "compliments of our new friends." These men were both black and well dressed. By the time I had the second drink finished there was more dancing then a trird drink and I told my husband I was ready to go home. My top was really allowing too much. Things had been ugly up until the time Mortimer thought he was in danger. He was trying to figure out what to say when his mother spoke for him. She was still thinking like a mother, or maybe a Democrat, except that Democrats hadn’t been invented yet.Hmmmmm ... no Democrats. Maybe the good old days really were better. Anyway, on with the tale. Elizabeth was thinking like a mother and proved it by speaking.“Jack!” she said sharply. “Plant another bean, so he can go home and take care of his. I purchased a large tub of Vaseline and was set to prepare myself. At the age I was I had no idea about dildos or vibrators, even if they existed then, which I doubt. To me with my practical leanings the obvious answer was to make something myself.For months I used my home made cocks on myself and quickly discovered that they made wanking far more enjoyable, in fact I found that I could cum, hands free.I also worked out that the best way to dispose of all this spunk was to drink it, so I. “Record him,” he said, get your lawyer to take it to the judge, and get a restraining order.”I recorded the next three calls, each more abusive as he ordered me to turn his ‘heritage’ over to him. When the judge heard the recordings, he granted the restraining order. Except for court, he was to stay at least a thousand feet away from my property, me, or my family, and was allowed no communication at all except through lawyers. I got a screaming rant when he was served, gave it to my legal team,.