Turning, I saw Norman standing there with four large zipped bags."Morning, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Norman said as he walked over and set...his bags down."That's ok, looks like we're not the first ones down here," I said."Guess not, I haven't seen this many gifts since my girls were under nine and we took them to their grandmother's house. Seems the entire clan had been invited," he replied as he unzipped the bags and started handing me the gifts to place.Out of one of the bags,. I darted a glace at Appa. His eyes were on the screen. He seemed unaware of what I was doing. But was he? The lights came on at intermission. I turned to father and smiled. He smiled back and tweaked my cheek.The second half was full of fights. Women like fight scenes. This is contrary to expectations. Unlike men though the techniques the hero and his men employ are not what we look of. We women like to see villains defeated thoroughly and painfully. This movie did it well. I was doing well. Thrown off balance, I fell back and my wrist jammed in tight, pressing firmly into the puffiness at the apex of Mom's legs. Her legs automatically closed, trapping my hand. I pulled but her clamped thighs held my arm too tightly. I tugged again without success. I turned toward Mom to apologize and to ask her to release my arm but was stunned by what I saw.Mom's face was painted with the weirdest expression. She looked like she was on the verge of having an epileptic fit. Her eyes were kind. Yo' nigga." My nigger, huh?" he mused. "And what would I do with a fucking nigger?" The bed creaked in time to his strokes."Anything, Massa," she answered. "I's yo' nigga. You kin do anything wit' yo' nigga. An' I do whatever you say." You like having your tits fucked this way, nigger?" the pace of his stroking picked up. "You like being used?" Yes, suh, Massa," replied the colored girl. "I likes fo' my Massa to use me." Kiss it," he instructed, thrusting longer until the tip of his dick was.