You see, after the divorce, my mother moved in with her older brother, my uncle Jean, a racist white dude who never agreed with my parents interracial...marriage and was glad of their split. Face it, white guys hate seeing black men with white women and as the result of such a union, I was a constant reminder of my Uncle Jean’s complete and utter failure to prevent his sister Marlene, my mother, from crossing the racial line. The first time we met, the older white dude looked at me, a mixed-race. He just couldn’t see the country electing an actor as a president.“Okay.”“I’ll tell you the truth, coming back to the age of fourteen did freak me out a bit.”Robert wasn’t believing a word he was hearing. “I can imagine.”“No, you can’t. I was sixty years old, and dying of cancer. Suddenly, I found myself in a fourteen year old body. No one can imagine that.”“I suppose.”“I had known Tim since I was fifteen, the first time through life. We had been through everything you can imagine. His first. This turned him on. She felt the tears slowly dry up and just rubbed her face on his cock, wanting him to cum. She was slowly beginning to understand that she was just his toy, but it wasn't enough. Not by a long shot. He pulled off her gag and after grabbing a handful of her hair, he shoved his cock down her throat. Emma gagged, nearly throwing up as she felt his cock go down her whore throat. He pulled his cock from her throat and slapped her cheek with it, covering her cheek with her own. He felt her nipples and kept his hands for a few more seconds feeling them and seeing that Mona is not complaining became more bold. He quickly rushed to the machine and took the last x ray and came near her.Mona just turned and saw him so near her was moved back a bit towards the wall and just then her strap fell down from her shoulder. He was looking at her fair shoulder looking at the mounds which were exposed and as the ac was cold she had goose bumps all over her body. He came near and.