Return the prisoner to its duty station. It is so ordered."My escort snapped to attention and saluted. "Yes Sir." He then turned his head to me and th... world went black.Something was shaking me."John, wake up." Go away."The shaking increased. I tried to turn over."Sweetie."Somethings not right.The mattress shifted."PLEASE ... WAKE UP."I cracked my eyes open. Mom was hovering over me, crying. A tear fell from her cheek and splashed my face."MOM, what's wrong?"Yo ... you ... your father."I jerked. Are you aware I would detect the taste of the man on you too?I feel you lift your mouth off me and hold my prick for the woman to suck on. Her mouth slides easily over me until her chin is pressing tightly against my balls.Then I hear you call to the man as he stands watching from the foot of the bed.“Come on over here and give me your cock. I really need to be fucked.”A hot thrill shoots through my stomach as I realise I’m about to get a close up view of you being fucked again.I feel the bed. As I walked down the street I was greeted by many of my new neighbors, even though the closest was three blocks away. There were white couples as well as black couples and even a couple interracial couples, once a black man and his white wife and the other a black man and his asian wife. I stopped and talked to the latter for a while and they soon invited me into their home for some iced tea. I readily accepted, since it was getting rather warm. Once inside I noticed the layout of their. It’s good to see you. This is Grace, my…”Lorraine interrupted, “McKinley, it’s just like you to bring a date to a funeral. Why on Earth is she here?”“Well, hello to you, too, mother,” Mac said, ignoring her rudeness. “And hello, father. I’d like all of you to meet Grace, my…”“Whores have no place at a funeral, McKinley,” Marcus scolded his son. “Your lack of judgment is poorly timed.”“For fuck’s sake, if the two of you would stop interrupting me…”“Watch your tongue, McKinley…”Grace felt like.