You must think I am an awful, terrible, degenerate mother to say such things to me about my beautiful sweet Bonnie. I was just repeating what I could ...ee with my own eyes and what my counselor confirmed for me when he told me that Bonnie was developing a very nice ass like black girls have; a firm set of round, soft ass buns that invitingly jut out just enough to make men's penises get instantly hard and their mouths water with lust and desire to sink their hard penises deep into her vagina to. Then I caught it! She looked me straight in the eye and turned to the dresser and picked up her phone and stopped the movie she had been recording. I started to say something and then I thought I had better not. I posted her pictures without her knowledge. I don’t really have a good argument for as to what she was going to do with it. What did I care? My face was covered the entire time any way! No one could tell it was me!After we straightened up she said to go up-load the pictures. I. She gripped the edge of the dresser and forced herself to stop before she became hysterical.The Predator had made six phone calls and had been successful in getting through to four of his acquaintances (he wouldn't call them friends as such; just persons with a mutual attraction to sexual peccadillos that shall we say, strayed from the accepted norm). Two of those he spoke to had declined his offer, the hour being too late, but two of them leapt at the proposal he put to them; they were even. ”She shook her head sadly.“Think about it, Ross. Let the memory of last night fade away and think about who and what you’re getting into here. My past comes with me.”“We can deal with your past. I’m more worried about your present.”“Think about it, please. Don’t leap in with me just based on your feelings about last night and don’t try to be the white knight who saves me. I’ve saved myself already. I just need someone to love and to love me, past notwithstanding.”“I’ll think about it. I.