So we finish our beers and chat some more. After another beer and finishing our cigars he suggests we go to his place for a night cap. Feeling like a ...chool girl, I almost jump out of my chair. I follow him to his townhouse, stomach filled with butterflies, thinking I am finally going to have that discreet friend and wondering what my first black dick will be like!! We enter chatting like old friends! He pours two bourbons and tells me that this is going to happen tonight, if I don’t want it to. Miranda had to admit; he looked impressively big, but her daughter getting texts like these? That was wildly inappropriate, and punishment for the girl was in order. She went to her boyfriend and showed him what her daughter had been doing. He looked at the woman, surprised.“You're her mother; you take care of this.” he said. “I'm not her father; what do you want ME to do about it?”“Do you love me?” Miranda asked, sounding weary. “Do you love her?”“Of course I do.” he replied. “I love you both!. One warm Summer night about three months after Anna gave birth, she and I were lying nude on top of the blankets while the balcony door was open and a cool breeze was coming in. Both of us were lying on our right sides and I was spooning her. I was intentionally sleeping in that position because just a few hours earlier I had gotten her phenomenal soles tattooed on my left hip — my first tattoo. I woke up about 2:30 AM and even though I’d fucked her twice and gone down on her for three hours. I promised to help her apply for a job in my department when she graduated, although I warned that I could not do anything illegal.Outside the wind had picked up and yachts were racing up and down the harbour.“Oh! It must be so wonderful to be out there on a yacht, sailing down the harbour. I'd love to do that. Maybe, after I've been working for a few years I could buy something small.”“Well, Gene, this may be you're lucky day. My brother, Rob, and I own a yacht and we and Rob's wife Sue were.