That's what's important. Men are just a bunch of horny goats trying to get laid."“Maybe so, but you seem to like them okay. I mean you must have dat...d every good-looking black guy in New York."“Sure I like going out with them, but I've got no illusions. Dudes just want to get laid. And I use that fact to stay in control. It's when they start acting like they're God's gift to women, that I really get turned off. The bottom line is, I don't ever expect them to be after anything but my snatch. But. . crap ... Mom, did you have any of your brothers in the same school as you at the same time?" As a matter of fact, your Uncle Rob, two years older than me, was a junior at the same time I was a freshman. Why do you ask?"I got a bottled water from the fridge, opened it and sat down. "Mom, if this too personal, ignore it, but did you and Rob ever ... were you and he ... Did Uncle Rob and you ever make out?" Winston, that's a very unorthodox question for a son to ask his mother ... is something. It didn’t help I had come into heat while on the bus standing between two very hot canines who had sniffed loudly and leered, making me even more aware of my situation. I had instantly soaked my panties thinking of being fucked by both of them, spitted right in the middle, my fertile pussy being ravaged... Oh man, I had practically ran home and stripped, the idea of getting pregnant by strangers making me whimper with desire. It’s really not that weird. That’s how my brother and I were born,. If I mentioned something about an event I saw in the paper or on the TV news, she'd often know nothing about it, despite it being a big story. Mind you, she did know the comings and goings of various pop and movie stars down to the minute. She just had no interest in all the other issues that made up the daily news.But for that one fault, we might have had a future because when it came to sex, Shauna was a Rhodes Scholar. I learned more from her in a few weeks than I might otherwise have.