“For making Lydia happy,” she replied. Even though there were unshed tears in her eyes, she didn’t seem upset to Matt.“I should probably expla...n,” she sighed so Matt led her into the study and motioned for her to take a seat. Vickie’s jaw dropped when her mother sat in his lap. “When I was younger than Lydia is now, I was obsessed with sex. I’d already had sex with a dozen older men by the time I was Lydia’s age. I had an abortion when I was fourteen. My parents insisted that I name the father. Just then Tiffany walked into the room buck naked. Tiffany stopped in her tracks and took a quick look at the pair of us. I looked at her with a smile and introduced her to Brandi. Tiffany’s long hair was wet from the shower and it hung is ropes down her shoulders and over and between her large man made tits also. Her nipples were slightly turned upwards and were light pink in color. The areola around her nipples was also very pale almost invisible to the eye. Her long slim waist was very well. She had left her hair down and was wearing a very flattering green dress. It was a beautiful shade; either a forest or a grass green is what I would describe it as. There was a pattern in the material that made it look richer than the cloth alone might have accomplished. It had a square neck that was tasteful, but with Maureen's ample cleavage, it was almost risqué. It seemed like her breasts were larger than normal. Whether that was a factor of the dress or her choice in lingerie, I did not. WIR was the acronym for White is Right Productions, one of the more hardcore raceplay pornography companies in the world. From loving to degrading, gangbangs to harems, they did it all to give non-white girls their white man fix. But to wear any of their specialized clothing was becoming more of a signal for girls who were into the same lifestyle displayed on the screen.“So where is your man?” Valerie asked.“Don’t have one. I’m a bit of a free spirit. Haven’t found the right guy…until.