Now run along, asthis is your last morning of relaxation. Tomorrow after breakfast weleave for school and lots of hard lessons." Thanks," said Jessica...sarcastically. "It's really great to be remindedof lessons." If you love them so much, I can make sure you get more," threatened MrHobson."Sorry," apologised Jessica, chastised. "I'm happy with the amount ofschool work I have." So, what shall we do today?" I asked, as we walked out of therestaurant."We could go swimming," said Paula, without. We eventually found his pirogue – and the nearly empty jug of whiskey that sat in the well – but we never found my father. We surmised that he’d gotten drunk while hunting gators and fell in the swamp. More than likely he drowned and his body was eaten by the gators. I always imagined that to be poetic justice. Not long after that, Amelie married a nice young man whose family owned and operated a general store in Thibodaux, and that freed me to make my getaway from Louisiana and see the world,. Again, read the previous personal stories I posted before reading further so you have perspective.We have not really ever talked about inviting a black man into our bed. We have had two cuckold experiences in our marriage - one three years ago and one two weeks ago!A few nights ago my wife and I were watching a cable movie of two black men making love to an older woman and it really turned her on. So I convinced her to try it last night with a friend of ours from the fitness center we belong. Just then the door of the house opened and out came the customer.He grinned at me, adjusted his trousers and darted toward his car.I went inside the house and entered Mom’s room. She had a towel wrapped around her body and was drying her hair. I was picking up the money left by the client when Brooke came and lay down on the bed.Mom picked up a T-shirt lying on the chair and turning her back toward us, opened her towel and wrapped it around her ass, leaving her wet back naked. Then she put on.