Black, of course. Or rather, she corrected herself, African American. He had been well dressed and projected the confident aura of a successful salesm...n. Watching the way he moved through the party, so assertive and self-assured, Karen wondered whether that swagger might result from being well endowed. She had spent the rest of the evening stealing covert glances at his crotch to see what he was "packing" down below, while simultaneously trying to concentrate on the holiday small talk going on. I couldn't stop coming. This isn't the first time I have done this though. A single mother needs her release. And what's better than thinking of your own son while fucking yourself?My son Timothee was a MAN. At the tender age of 20, he was almost 6 feet and 170 pounds with a body of a Greek god. He was a hunk. A fucking masterpiece I gave birth to and raised. I have a right over him and it is his duty to pleasure me right?He always had a string of girls attached to him and every night he fucked. As they returned to the main track the question that both men were thinking was asked. "Do you come this way often?'" She again smiled and as she mounted her bike replied. "No I haven't used this track before because you heard me collide with the bridge; however, if you had intentions of using it again I would be happy to come this way that is if the ride you have in mind meant it was me being ridden". Although they were training and the track they were now on was new to them and wasn't part of. I know all of you have heard of the Tet Offensive and I described some of it in the previous mission, and I will throw a few things in to describe it a little more, but I mainly wanted to give you my impression of my time in country. I stepped off the plane in Vietnam at the ripe old age of 17 1/2 years old because some remf screwed up my paperwork. When the confusion was all done with the brass decided I couldn't enter the bush because my GI Insurance didn't cover me until I turned 18. I was.