"It was when your father" (indicating the man I'd initially assumed was my father) "and I were in Kenya. Omar, your biological father, was living temp...rarily in Kenya." There was obviously more to it that that, and I pressed for more details."Well," my mother went on after a moment, "we" (indicating with her hand, the man I'd grown to regard as my father) "decided that we wanted to have c***dren, but we didn't want them to be white. We wanted to have c***dren by African fathers, instead."I. I was going out with a great girl; a good laugh and great looking but not very filthy. I was hoping to be able to train her up a bit. I’d experienced some very dirty women, including my mate’s mum who I had fucked with my dad. The training would have to wait until after Christmas now though as I was on the train back to Derby.Lorna was the name of my mate’s mum and she’d been keeping me entertained on the journey with some dirty text messages. She had a real way with words and her filth had. He finally nodded as he asked briskly, "You make decisions?" Guy cut right to the chase. This was the crux of it. Before she left for the office I was finally able to get Diana to put aside my master personae long enough to ask her if this State Fair exhibit was my call. She was completely at sea with this whole fair thing. She readily agreed with the proviso that I call in regularly and let her know what was happening. I nodded at Guy as I said, "Yes." Behind him a reedy voice said, "Bullshit,. I sighed, looking away. "Look, Ican't. Not this time." Why not?" "Because I have a date in an hour." It'll be a quickie," she countered. "Or I can wait here until you getback." You're way too young." "No I'm not." She looked down and chuckled again. "Okay, I am. But I'mnot."Oh god, I wasn't going to win this argument. "Like I said..." she placed the palm of her tiny warm hand on mystomach. "I..." her fingertips burrowed underneath the terrycloth towel."...need..." she thrust her hand all the.