It felt so good; I closed my eyes and just enjoyed, letting out small moans of pleasure, kneading his hand and running fingers through his short, bris...ly hair. I felt like I could live like this forever, Alan sucking my breast into his mouth, his rough tongue making little circles around my nipple.I was becoming more and more aroused, and I felt Alan’s arousal pressing against me. He looked up at me and said, “I want to make love with you again.”I smiled, wanting the same thing, “On your back,”. She had no free hands to resist. Freeing herself from the old man in front of her, she stood upright. the music played on. She continued to dance, although now slightly more provocatively. Encouraged by the wolf whistles, she slowly slipped the nurses dress off one shoulder, then the other, her hips provocatively gyrating to the music. Soon her ample cleavage was tempting the rabid crowd in front of her. Pulling the dress further down to reveal her huge (still bra clad) tits brought gasps and. She is serious; her beautiful face looks completely forlorn. I turn away, not knowing what to say. This silence is not comfortable.It occurs to me that getting out of here before Brione and his fellow revelers wake up is a sound idea.“Is there anything on that ship that you need?” I’m surprised how gently I ask her.“No.” She says it firmly, as if she’s renouncing her high fashion life and everything associated with it.I nod and prepare for getting under weigh. I hope she won’t follow me around. . You gotta get out of there and washthat god awful makeup off. You look fucking ridiculous."I was let out of the holding cell...."I don't know how I can even live, with my son a fucking queer and afucking pansy... I think you should just get the fuck out of here, and Imay never talk to you again."It killed me to hear my dad say that. "No, please," I said."I don't even know you," my dad said, "You are a black woman now, andNOT my son. You just live your fucking life however you fucking.