"On at least three separate occasions my life was saved by Ken Carlson, the greatest hero in the history of this country. And Ken is sure white. And y...u know something else, Judge? Ken Carlson doesn't see skin colors. He sees men! Some he likes and some he doesn't but he judges everyone against a single standard."Do you remember Martin Luther King's dream? That we will be judged by the content of our character, not the color of our skins? Well let me tell you, that's exactly what Ken Carlson. She never failed to bring herself to a crashing orgasm as she envisioned him with his wings watching and wanking as she played.The first night she had full sex with her son, was his thirteenth birthday, after everyone had left she called him up to her room where once more she was naked. Tim expected another anatomy lesson although he now knew his way expertly around his mother's horny body. She scolded him for he was still dressed when he entered her bedroom. Tim quickly turned the tables on. ‘Richard…..’ ‘Yeah, Richard.’ Turning back to Misha who stood looking down at her, a glass of vodka in her hand, she told him, ‘They have gallantly been looking after Amanda and me whilst we waited for you……’ turning back to the man standing, his hand resting on the base of her back, his face looking up at Misha with curiosity, ‘They have been showing me some of that great English hospitality…..isn’t that right Richard….’ Holding out his hand towards Misha, he agreed, ‘We’ve been keeping the. ?Arms above your head.? he said, and I obeyed, and I was surprised and amazed by his gentleness as he lifted up my shirt with absolute adoration and sweetness. He reached around and unclasped my boring, beige bra and then lowered my arms to slide it off, replacing it with the new, lacey one that held my breasts in a firmly perky position, which he spent quite a bit of time adjusting to his tastes, all very gently. ?Matthew, what?? He put his pointer finger over my lips and.