In the end I chose a blackchemise top trimmed with lace combined with matching French knickers. Stylish,sophisticated and sexy, and my breasts are sti...l firm enough, thank heavens,not to need a bra. Back home I ran myself a long hot bath to help me relax.However, if anything, it did the opposite; it reminded me of what was in storefor tonight, as if I were getting myself ready to be her sacrifice. I washedmyself thoroughly and, if I spent a minute or two too long soaping between mythighs, then. Virgins were my absolute favorite as well as a kind of specialty.The women had been visiting relatives in Cuba, sugar cane relatives they said, and were on their way back home, to Wilmington, N.C., despite the ongoing blockade. They demanded to be let go at once since they were southerners and knew we were as much rebels as they were even though they had been traveling on a Yankee ship. They could not believe we would take advantage of their situation. One even used the word “chivalry.” I. About an hour later I heard my mother calling me. "David, I'm ready." I think that might have been the longest hour of my life. I hurried up the stairs and into her room. I stopped as I stepped into the room. My mother was lying on her stomach without her bra with just a pair of thong panties on. I was almost shaking as I walked over to the bed.I saw that she had placed a couple of towels on the bed with several bottles of massage oil on the nightstand. I suddenly got an idea. "Mom, do you mind. Ron, who always had something to say, was totally speechless, standing there with his mouth wide open looking as if he was going to cry. Jeff was all smiles, and my wife had a stunned look on her face. I asked Ron what was wrong and all he could say is "You're the exact copy of the love I lost." I looked at Cheryl and she said that I didn't just look like Ron's girlfriend, I looked like her exact clone!Ron was very quiet which was very unusual for him, and I was getting concerned. I went into.