"Today is a big day, you're finally 18... which means... you can finally touch these". My mom grabbed my hand and walked me over to the dinner table. ...he sat me down and slowly started unbuttoning her beige blouse. My dick started filling with blood. She was wearing a skimpy cherry red bra that could barely contain her breasts. My mom noticed my boner and smiled to herself. She held her breasts through her bra and started massaging them. She then pressed one of her hands against both her. I wanted to see it, hold it and so much more as I looked at it.That black guy no longer attempted to hide his own desire. Instead, he slowly began tracing every inch of the outline with a finger, paying a greatdeal of attention to that plum shaped head. He taunted me with its size,now fully straining against his tight shorts.His cock was fucking enormous and I could not take my eyes off of it.Nor did I want to. I wanted to see his black erect fuck stick and the bastardknew what I wanted. I was. His eyes closed and he let out a low moan. Slowly he started working himself into a rhythm, plunging in and out. She placed her hands on the cabinet and leaned slightly back while she circled her legs around his waist. He groaned at the deeper angle and started thrusting harder, making the cabinet shake back and forth with the force of this thrusts. The pressure started to grow between her legs until it filled her up.Just when she thought she couldn’t take one more thrust, she screamed out and. It’s a real ego-boost, you know.”Me: “Molly, you’re a jewel. Done and done, and clear a space on your desk for tomorrow morning.”Clicked off, dialed the florist, arranged for the delivery, and leaned back, thinking. Molly. Can I be honest, here? She’s probably two hundred pounds or so, and kinda plain. But her mind — she’s a jewel, and I hope someone her age will recognize it --between her ears, she’s a beauty, too.I looked at the card for Jim Stannis. What to do about this?My phone buzzed: ID.