All of Dad’s relatives lived very near to each other, and we had aunts, uncles and cousins.However all was not rosy – firstly despite being of sam... ethnicity, mum was not well accepted in the family – you see, it was custom in those days for the parents to look for a suitable girl to marry their son – and dad having made his own choice made him some sort of pariah in the family. Mum was always the stranger. She could speak English and very limited creole/French. She never really felt at home. As I hand You the beer I lean in and whisper, "May i give Sir a blow job?" The corner of Your mouth raises just slightly but You quickly return to a blank expression. "You know just what Sir needs, please do."I stand up from my position beside You only to kneel in front of You. I place my hands on Your knees and rub upwards toward Your sex. Nibbling on my bottom lip I watch Your expression as lust ignites in Your eyes. Reaching the button, I expertly open Your jeans and tug, helping You shimmy. "I may not be a lot of help, but I can hold stuff while you nail it."Just takes practice," Mark said. "I mean, when Jackie and I started rebuilding the place, I knew which end of the nail went into the wood, but not a lot more."Mark drove past the turnoff into downtown Spearfish Lake, and went another couple of miles further south, before he made a turn off onto a road that went into the woods. A couple of hundred yards up the road, he turned into the parking lot of the Spearfish County Humane. I wonder what - hey, it's still happening." As they watched, Stan's hand, his entire body darkened, light tan to dark tan, then beyond that to the color of milk chocolate."What the hell's going on," Fred said, sitting up on the bed. "You're almost as dark as I am." He looked closely at Stan. The man's features were changing, his nostrils widening, his lips becoming fuller. The rest of the face seemed a bit smaller and more feminine. Stan's hair was changing, too. His straight, sandy brown razor.