Kat and her car definitely matched. It was as small and dainty as she was. I walked over to look at it still chuckling to myself. It was a baby blue c...lored Ford Festiva. It looked like it had just come off the showroom floor; it was so clean and shiny. When I looked inside, I broke out laughing at the decorations. She had fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror and the seat covers made me laugh even harder. They were both were big pictures of a nurse in white with a big needle in her hand with the. Grafton. I was a kid, but I thought you were the second hottest woman in our town.”“Bobby Joe Mason, you little scamp. I could just hug you. Will you take a short walk with me and take my picture, at the Camp? Charles was telling me about that special camera you have.”“I’d love to take your picture, Ms. Grafton. I’ll take a lot of film for our walk, in case you think of a lot of poses you want to try.”“I do have a lot of poses. I have always wanted Charles to let me pose for him and he told me. You see, after the divorce, my mother moved in with her older brother, my uncle Jean, a racist white dude who never agreed with my parents interracial marriage and was glad of their split. Face it, white guys hate seeing black men with white women and as the result of such a union, I was a constant reminder of my Uncle Jean’s complete and utter failure to prevent his sister Marlene, my mother, from crossing the racial line. The first time we met, the older white dude looked at me, a mixed-race. "You can do anything you want to me, I am your slut" I spoke. With this, Jake pulled out of my ass, grabbed my arms, and spun me around, tuned me over, and forced my head over the edge of the bed. "I want to fuck your throat, Would you like that slut?" "Yes, please fuck my throat" He obliged instantly. In one thrust his rock hard cock was all the way inside my mouth and throat, I gagged a bit, but managed to swallow it down. Tasting my ass on his cock. Tammy had moved to where she could pull on.