.."I can tell you're black cock worshipper"....God, he was sure of himself. A casual pick-up in the middle of the afternoon, no subtle chatter as you ...ot to know more about each other. You almost stammered your reply - “Yes” then added “please”, agreeing your place in the hierarchy with that single word. “Let’s go to my hotel, just down the street” he said. You both abandoned the coffees, and you followed him out of the restaurant. A hotel, so he wasn’t local, this would be a one-off sex. Hung on his every word.’ ‘And I’m sure by the hippie days he was practically a cult leader,’ Kelly said. ‘It looked that way sometimes,’ Aunt Doro said. ‘He and Meg were married by then, and they’d had their adventures out in California – Meg still won’t talk much about what happened out there – and they lived in the old Templeton mansion up at the far end of the beach. It’s a bunch of condos now. Back then the place was a wreck and they lived like a bunch of pigs. Doug’s grandmother and I. . and her stockings! . Disgusted again at herself that somehow she had enjoyed this, OMG!… She did?…OMG! She did enjoy it! . It had been harsh brutal and furious, like most rapes are, and spontaneous, in many ways. She now even more upset with herself and, with her head again spinning, was slowly able to get up at first onto her knees, then to her feet. Still naked and shaking, wearing only her suspender belt stockings and red heels! She opened the door just enough to peek out, in one direction. Like me, she's got some meat on her bones, but she isn't fat. I think she still has a very nice body. I've always had a very close relationship with my mom. I may be eighteen, but I'm not afraid to hug my mom in front of my friends, or give her kisses in public. I really don't care what others think. She's been married to my dad for almost twenty years. They are in love and I couldn't be more happy to say that!This all started on a usual Thursday night. My mom and I were the last ones up.