I guess they don't like female offspring, so I have changed that term. Sorry for the difficulty in reading. I guess in the future I will just have t... post to my blog instead of stories. --+----------------------+-- I took the thick envelope and headed toward my basement office. I knew what was inside it. I could hardly wait to close the door and open the envelope. Once inside my office I ripped the package open and poured the contents out on the desk. Four pairs of panties and a memory. I never lie and I didn't want to get beat up.Just like in my "Black Cannon" story,I've had many pricks pressed against my thigh.Even after learning the truth,a lot of the straight black guys I was dancing with took me to the parking lot for some "quick relief".I was more than happy to accomodate them but always made them kiss me first.I hunger to be held and kissed by black men.This was my reward for the pleasure I was about to bring them.Sometimes we'd return and I'd hear whispered talk with. Trenton is not that far after all. But you have to go now. C’mon, go!” Just before my ex stormed in the house, Eve went to the kitchen for some water. She was naked. When Amanda sat on the couch, she had a full view of my Brazilian girlfriend’s body. Eve didn’t try to cover herself; her body was great. Besides, Brazilians are really used to nudity. “Oh, I see, you were busy, mister!” Amanda said ironically. “Hm, good taste, I have to admit.”The two women’s eyes met and, contrary to what I. She was light as a feather and I was afraid that she would blow away in the wind. My son and his family were constantly there until she died, but they had their lives to live, and I became lost in the shuffle within six months. I could no longer stay in the house that we had lived in for forty years. The memories were almost too much, so I sold it and got an apartment. I lost my great grandchildren first; they were far away, and we lost touch. Their lives didn't include 'Pop Pop' anymore. They.