" I nodded approvingly in Martin’s direction as I started on her now exposed tits. A series of short stacatto slaps underneath on both, before I got...more vigorous, and started to slap much harder with no respite, about 20 whacks on the undersidee of each breast and a few on the sides for good measure. I love the way tits fly around when you slap them and so did Martin. "Fuck Jools, look at your fucking tits go. Fuck he is giving them a good hard whacking." I only had to pause twice to warn. Just then she turned and looked at my growing dick. With a smile she turn back around. Just like she knew what was going on. In the dark hallway Dale turn again and reached her arm around my neck as she gave me a kiss but it turned into a long wet passionate one. Once in the bedroom Dale turned on a lamp, I could see a king size bed a small dresser a chair, big screen TV, a computer and a clock on the wall and a folding table. Dale turn to me and said, “ I want you to be the first black man to. Then she let the shiver race down her spine, and put her teeth on her knuckles. Three years. In Alexandria, she'd bought Eliot, gotten a good job and bit by bit let the softness, as booters called station life, seep in. She couldn't get out of bed without coffee anymore. She loved having an apartment to herself. Some of her boyfriends had never done a day's real work in their lives, by her standards.It was a good life, but it was on the bland side. She'd thought about going back to Rustworks,. The boy was incredibly handsome and sexy, and his body was mature and very male. He didn't seem like her son. He seemed like a hunk she wanted to get her hands on. She just couldn't help it-her own son was turning her on like mad.So she was relieved when Dane, exhausted from his long trip and from jet lag, decided to go to bed early. That gave her a chance to be alone and to think straight. She knew she had to be very stern with herself and get rid of this insane attraction she was feeling for.