Lots of folks on both sides of the conflict would be quick to blame the whole affair on the nasty business of slavery.I have to admit that I wasn’t ...ne of those simple-minded citizens that relegated the sobering consequences of the struggle to that basic area of contention between the sovereign states. My primary reluctance to shrug off the evil of slavery as the main reason for the hostilities was because I had long suspected that the root cause was really the “States Rights” issue that. We split up before college, but we stayed in contact with each other. The following story is fantasy, although I wish it had been true. She called me one evening to ask me a favor. “Hey, my car’s in the shop and I need to go apartment hunting for college.” she said, “Since you’re going there too, do you want to go look together?” “And what about your boyfriend?” I reminded her. She had recently started dating a new guy and he didn’t really understand the friendship we had. “He’s out of town.. Brannon," she said as she faded into the surroundings.She had no more than left than the portacom began to buzz. "Mr. Brannon, instead of going north, head for the Renton Mall. We'll talk to you later."It took him about a half an hour to get to the mall. We had been watching him from one of the Hunter drones. The other one was about two kilometers behind making sure the first one wasn't being tailed. When he got there he was instructed to enter the parking garage and go down to the third level,. I heard the door open and a stocky black man came out. He was shocked to see the bride to be bent over, her legs spread apart and her son milking her tits but when he overcame that shock I motioned him to come over and help me. No more words were needed. The man lifted my mother's bridal gown over her hips exposing her red stockings and big ass with cum still oozing out of her pussy. He started entering her cunt but I stopped him. "No! She needs it in her ass"The man seemed to understand and.