To describe Erin is to say she was a black beautiful goddess. Gorgeous milk chocolate colored skin. Wonderfully sized tits and from what I could tell,...before I saw her naked, at least a trimmed if not shaved pussy. I had seen her in a bathing suit and had learned about women and girls shaving or trimming their bikini area or not. Her legs were long and silky topped by stunning ass and hips and she had a tall/long neck and beautiful eyes that seemed to look straight into your soul.Erin was. Smart move. But anticipated. “I suppose you might just find one or two people stupid enough to agree with your faggot son’s version of events. However, I would point out to you that about half the parents of pupils at that school work in my businesses and probably another third rely on my business activity for their livelihood.” He was calm as a snake. Even my dad did business dealings with Mr. Rooney. I knew this had been a mistake. Mr. Rooney had been baiting dad by calling me a faggot, just. She would also wear dark , thigh high , silky stockings with dark flat shoes. She begged me not to make her wear these clothes explaining that she did not have the body to wear those clothes. I laughed telling her to wear it anyway. I told her to keep her Sunday open. That Sunday she showed up dressed as I dictated and she drove us to the local mall. Arriving there I sent her in to get a public use wheelchair and then we entered the mall at the food court entrance. We went around picking out. Amber said, “Well, you did a pretty good job of taking up the whole driveway.”“I guess it’s a little crooked,” Dexter said.“For a minute there, I thought you were trying to parallel park it,” Amber said with a smile.“It seemed that way to me, too,” Dexter said. “I guess I better straighten it out.”“That would be a good idea,” Amber said.Dexter climbed back into the truck. Rather than immediately trying to get the camper straightened, he thought about what needed to be done. It took him a minute.