We have the entire summer to screw, so let’s not waste too much time.”George couldn’t believe it as his mother started sucking him again. Where...was the quiet, respectable soccer mom, the pillar of the PTA? The Bianca Charles who was so casually sucking his dick was wearing a black PVC corset trimmed with red, a black thong and stripper heels. She looked wild and wanton, almost crazed. The mother who had raised him would have cautioned him away from women such as this.That mother would have. It was too good to turn down. Cam and I compared notes, and there was no way I'd be able to join her abroad; we'd be apart for more than five weeks. But one of my offers was from New York City Opera. It wasn't great—Rance in Girl of the Golden West, one of Puccini's more forgettable ventures with one of his more forgettable baritone roles, and, interestingly, Enrico in Lucia, the role I'd started with so many years ago in college. Not plums, but I'd be doing bona fide leads in one of the. "There are two beds up there," the mother said, lifting her regal chin. "We'll take the front one."I nodded."I hope we can trust you," she said.I smiled at her. "Bolt the door," I said.Before I slept, I went out and encouraged my funeral pyre again with some lighting oil. It was a nasty thing to look at and worse to smell. It would have been hard to find anything looking human. The bodies seemed to have melted together.Free of my belt, boot and britches, I slid under the old quilt and was. He was a huge black guy and smiled as he worked on Anita`s skin, as he watched me fingering my wife, getting her to the verge of an orgasm…Two black guys entered the tattoo parlor just as we were finishing up. Both were young and muscled. I felt my wife almost came in my fingers as she saw them. Ana asked them if they wanted their dicks sucked by a white married bitch.Both young men could not believe their luck; smiling and taking out their huge black cocks. Ana fell onto her knees and started.