They were sheer silk black panties. They felt cool to my skin, and I immediately became erect. I heard my mother coming, so I quickly took them off an... threw them back onto the floor, but that day was etched in my memory forever.I couldn't stop thinking about her panties and how they felt wearing them. The next day I opened the clothes hamper, and to my delight, I saw a pair of my mother's dirty panties right there on top. I grabbed them and ran back to my room. I lifted them to my nose and. It was a nickname that his friends called him to affectionately make fun of his long line of failures, only it wasn't affectionate and he didn't have friends. Despite being a loser, Lucky wasn't someone that people feel sorry for. Truth was, Lucky was a heartless ruthless criminal, or would be if he had the brains or guts to be so. His crimes were always stupid. Such as the most recent one, which was to get drunk, realize he needed to get drunker, and break into a liquor store at 3 AM, drink. I felt her relax her hold on me and I pulled out leaving a trail of hot sticky cum covering her bald pussy and virginal white panties. I looked down at her face hoping she wouldn’t get pregnant, there was no way I had planned on this. I was literally shaking as I rolled off of her. She looked almost like she was in a trance. I wasn’t sure she even knew who was fucking her.She slowly opened her eyes, “you were so good,” she said, “I really needed a good fuck.”I moved to a chair near the bed. Whenever she caught him looking she made sure to make eye contact, smile and then slowly close her legs. Paige often thought about Tim when she masturbated. She fantasized about the size of his dick, the mahogany shaft sliding in and out of her pink dripping pussy.Tim was standing at the bar in a Greenwich Village restaurant waiting for his best friends Bubba and Charlayne. They were fixing him up tonight with a woman who taught Black Women's Issues at one of the local colleges. Tim didn't hold.