I've told her so much about you already," Becky said as she walked us into their living room."Okay, Tommy, if you don't mind, just take a seat here wh...le I show your Mom where the clothes are. We'll be right out." With that, they both left for Becky's room.I found it hard to believe. Mom could fit into anything Becky had. I mean, Mom is slim and fit, but Becky is still much more petite.Unless Becky is talking about her Mother's wardrobe! I thought. "Oh shit!" I said as I remembered how short. It is nice to vent and explain your frustrations of all of it to someone who really does care about how your day went. The weight of it all falls away as you finish your dinner. Almost with perfect timing, the oven buzzes announcing that whatever is in there is done. Springing to his feet, he goes and pulls out a cookie sheet filled with your favorite kind of cookie, the best kind, sugar cookies. You laugh at the child like glee on his face as he pulls them off of the sheet and places them. It’s stealing some moans to you. You can feel your vagina blooming under the continuous progression of the invader. You are welcoming it with such joy and love! The inner surface of your sex is following closely the massive shapes of this dominant organ.In my mind, I tell to myself:”A black man is making love to my beloved fiancée, yes, he is fucking her and she loves it… our fantasy is accomplished… she’s on the verge of been Africanized”, and it improves my arousal.Pitiless, the young. The bucket fell from my hands. More laughter. Happy stood with an oversized starter's pistol. "Ready? Set?" Happy pulled the trigger and a flag reading 'BANG' popped from the gun.Ruffles was already at the full barrel, loading up on water. He casually sauntered across the stage. I ran to the source barrel and dunked my bucket. But when I lifted it out, water drained through holes in the bottom. The audience howled with laughter. I was set up to fail, and wasn't very happy about it. An aluminum.