It never failed to get me hard as a rock.Some guys would have probably just been happy to have a one off like that but I kept thinking that maybe, jus... maybe, I might strike lightning in a bottle twice. I mean what if she was in the gym again the next Saturday night? It could happen couldn't it?I spent the whole week in a state of steadily growing excitement, wondering if my dream would come true.And there I was alone in the gym on Saturday night at the same time, 9 o'clock, going through my. My mother didn’t want me to have anything to do with my Jamaican side growing up. She steered me away from anything having to do with the Black race. And my father let her because he finds the Black race terrifying, especially the men of that race. His marriage to a Black woman didn’t diminish his hatred for Black men one little bit. To him, Black men were monsters and dream crushers. A Black man abused his wife in her previous marriage. And a Black man from Brazil ended his once promising. ? I think you are right though Sister. Let's be naughty,? she grinned. Her sistergiggled, the watching eyes took note, and waited.The sisters seated them selves, after returning to there camp, on a log and let the sun light play across the small area of exposed flesh that was quite unaccustomed to the light of day. They loved it.? We shall share the book,? said Darby and moved to the pack to retrieve it. Wrapped in silk she held it to her sister and she kissed it and then she did the same.. ” Both laughing they left the room; I finished zipping myself and waited for my heart to calm down. Wow that was close.I walked out to see dad giving mom the bowl and head back up stairs. Mom turned to me and said “we almost got caught, but I want more of this cock, meet me tonight after everyone goes to bed so we can finish this.”Time was going to slow, dinner was nice but all I kept doing was looking across the table at my mother knowing that I just wanted to be inside her again. Every time.