Not that I wouldn't, just, you know, I went to a pretty white high school, that kind of stuff. Now, I'm not super experienced at this point or anythin..., but at the same time I never felt like I should have to shy away from talking about sex.They tease me about that a bit, and eventually we get to talking about the thing everybody says about black guys. You know. Are they really that much bigger, that kind of stuff.Knowing looks from Michael and Andre.I say that in my experience, most cocks are. I thought that maybe Chris could seduce her, but that wasn’t going to happen. Chris had flat out said he wasn’t playing, and besides, he felt about her the same way I did. And it would be safer to leave her out. Me making a pass at Dad would just be inappropriate. If both of us did it, that would obviously be a plan and that would require a lot of explaining, and that we couldn’t afford.So the next weekend I decided to make my move. I went over to Dad’s condo Friday evening, just to “hang out.”. ..and ventured out when the urge came upon her. She was thirty two years of age, blond, voluptuous, and beautiful...with an uncanny resemblance to any one of several legendary moviestars...in manner and appearance.Her personal physician was well aware of her secret life...and despite his constant reservations, was the overseer of the maintainance of her health. Two capable bodyguards were with her at all times...in the shadows...but could never be descerned or detected in their purpose...and. "David stood almost gasping on the platform wondering how he could walkaround all day when he was not able to breathe properly. Abigail nowbegan to slide a pair of pale pink satin panties up his legs. There werethe same colour as the corset and they were also covered in layers andlayers of white lace. They were cut quite high on his legs, fuller than athong but not as full as French knickers. The fabric felt soft againsthis now hairless skin. Next a pair of black silk stockings were rolled.