"You know that I am always up for your ham-and-potato bake," I said."Look at this, Dad," Steven said, holding up a piece of paper with some of his K4-...evel artwork on it. Any conversation that I might want to have with Lana would have to wait until after supper and after Steven was down for the night.Later, right after checking Steven's closet for monsters and tucking him into bed, I ensured that his nightlight was working and closed his door. I came back to the den to have a chance to speak to. I moved a little closer to his position and we chatted about the things strangers talk about in a hot tub: where are you from, how long have you been here, what kind of work do you do, married/single, yada yada yada. We talked for 15 or 20 minutes. All during the conversation I was mentally arguing with myself. Should I offer him a blowjob? No, it's too dangerous picking up a stranger. But I want to try a black cock. Do I really? I think so. But maybe he has a loathsome disease. But. "I looked at his face, searching for any sign of ridicule, but found only sincerity."Stop it," I pleaded, "the others are better looking and far sexier, I am flat-chested, small and skinny."He took my chin in his hand, tilting my face upwards to look into my eyes."You are petite, with a beautiful figure, and eyes that show your soul," he murmured, "and a smile that I would die for."Inexperienced as I was, even I knew that was so corny, but the way he looked at me when he said it made it so. " She crawled up onto her daughter's bed and sat back against the pillows. I took out my camera and took another shot. It was a great shot, Gina's mother sitting totally naked on her bed; her legs spread wide open, her pussy on display. I pulled off my t-shirt and tossed it onto the floor. I sat down and unlaced my sneakers and kicked them off then stood up and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans and slid them down to my ankles and kicked them off too. Finally I pushed my Jockey shorts down.