We were moving rhythmically and both of us climaxed together. After this I slept like a good boy sucking my mother’s boobs. Early next morning I wok... up to see my mother had brought the breakfast to the bed. She was wearing her gown loosely and her boobs were visible as well as rich black pubic hair. I had stiff rod again. I came upon an idea; she had brought in bread butter and jam for breakfast. I told my mother to lie down and applied butter on her nipple and jam onto her cunt and started. Then she told me to change into one of the skirtsshe bought."Those are clearly boys shorts you have on, and besides, I want you toget used to wearing a skirt."And that was the end of that. There wasn't any discussion. Just hertelling me to do it. I did not want to dress as a girl, I never had doneit before, and felt like the Ugly Duckling, so I was shocked as hell whennobody seemed to look at me strangely. I was positive that I would bepicked out of the crowd, as if I were wearing a neon orange. I sure hope you get naked with us, that is, if your Gramps really does want some black pussy.”“Oh he does! He told me he’d love to fuck you. I’d love to be naked and see you get fucked too.”“Sugah, I get all excited when I fuck. What would you do if I wanted to suck that little white clam you got while your Gramps fucks me?”“I’ll probably just cum all over you, that’s what.”Juli gave Sunny a T-shirt of hers to wear and both walked into Gramps’ bedroom through the bath. Sunny was trying to pull. They directed the new arrivals towards a large metal building 100 yards or so from the beach. I joined them.Once inside, I realized it was just one large room, like an airplane hangar, nothing more than a cement floor with metal walls and a metal roof.A wooden platform had been constructed on one side of the building with a microphone and two large speakers. A man in traditional Mid-Eastern clothing stood on the platform waiting for all of the refugees to enter.As the room filled, I began.