The shock and recognition must have been clear as day on my face. “Neil!” I unconsciously adjusted my hair and cursed that I hadn’t made more e...fort with my appearance that day. He smiled and my cheeks flushed red. He was taller than I’d expected and even more attractive than his photos on his profile. (Which I’d looked through plenty of times.) “You needed a caffeine fix as well?” I asked, trying to break the small amount of awkwardness between us. “Yeah, I’ve been looking for a birthday. ” I finished with sliding the knife under her Clash t-shirt and tearing it. A serial rapist would have been astonished at the viciousness and fury I took to her clothes. Without any compassion I would just tear as hard as I could from her body. Removing her jeans more than likely bruised Sam. Her little red bra and mismatching baby blue panties came off with little snaps.Sam was crying from fear and started struggling again. This time I punched her square in the face rattling her eyes around in. I stumbled across this fact totally by accident one afternoon. What I came across were photographs of my mother in the company of at least two (so far as I'm aware of) different black guys; and I am not talking about them setting around having a nice chat. I'm talking about my mother fucking, and being fucked by, some very impressively endowed (and much younger) black guys!When I first clicked on the folder, one I'd never seen before, I had no idea what it contained, but I was curious since I. Fay was in the shower and had started to soap her body by the time I got there. She passed me the soap and turned into the spray to wash her front and I took full advantage of this and started washing her back."Gary, you are not playing fair," she said as I rubbed her shoulders with my slick hands."I'm not? I thought I was," I said. "You see, if I wasn't playing fair, I would do this," I said, sliding my soapy hands between the cheeks of her ass and spreading them, slipping a finger deftly into.