I knew if I was going to get any black cock, this was my chance to do so. I started to get up and then I followed him out of the bar and we went aroun... the corner to his apartment building. I was so nervous I kept looking about to see if we were being watched and when we entered the building we headed up one flight to his apartment. Once inside he turned towards me, grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up to him, "Kiss me you white trash" he said sternly and I moved in and kissed him as. ”“That’s very sweet of you to say, Paul.”“I even beat up my best friend Jeff Miller who had said your boobs were fake. I told him they were not!”“He started the fight, but I finished it. I haven’t seen or even spoken to him since then.”“My goodness, I seem to remember you coming in the house looking beat up, but you told me you crashed your bike. You lied to me, Paul!”“That was over ten years ago, but I remember it clear as day, Mom. Polly witnessed it, but she kept it to herself all these. I let out a yes I love it when I could. He complimented me on how I stroked his shaft and sucked his balls and then took his cock as deep in my mouth as I could. God he had a nice cock. He would reach down pull hard on my nipples and tell me how big and hard they were. Right when I thought he was going to explode in my mouth he had me stand up and lean back against the truck. He proceeded to suck hard on my nipples, biting them with his teeth and pulling them back, stretching them. He was also. With sex, taking on a new meaning for her, she was discovering additional aspects of herself.I knew that Laura and my mother had bonded on a deep emotional level after her arrival while I had been “dealing” with Laura’s ex. Mom had comforted her and helping her to settle into our home. She had done a much better job than I could have.I think on some level, my mother saw part of herself in Laura. She turned up at my father’s door, scared, worried, and unsure of what the future might hold. Maybe.