In one swift and amazing movement, Mommy jumped up and wrapped her legs as best she could around the old man, her arms going around his neck as she ki...sed him passionately. Santa Claus's arms came up and cupped Mommy's almost completely exposed ass cheeks as I suddenly realized that she was wearing a matching red G-string.His gloved fingers massaged and squeezed her luscious ass cheeks as they wetly and loudly kissed, a stringer of drool hanging between their lips when the kiss ended that. "Back home," she said, "I do backstroke and freestyle." They could sure use you here."She shook her short, blonde curls, "Sorry, just here for a month while my folks go to Europe." She chuckled. "I'd be a ringer." Maybe I'll see you at lunch," I said and stroked away as if I were not interested in pronging the prettiest thing in the pool.Anyhow, I took her to the lunch wagon down at the construction site, and we bought hotdogs with chili and then went to the park. She was still wearing her. Debbie barged in and snapped me back to reality. She stood me up and started stuffing tissues into the halter top. TISSUES! I wondered if she’d let me keep the top on so that maybe everyone would think I was older. Yes, that must be it. Maybe I won’t be naked after all, I hoped.“Everyone’s here. Just dance to the music and do what you’re told. I’ll direct you from the side of the stage,” Debbie said and left the dressing room. My heart sank.“Ladies, thank you for coming to today’s show,” I. Willard smiled at the start of his plan, but he was still a bit nervous knowing he was going to have his wife raped. Willard began thinking this may be the end of his marriage. He was hoping that he could calm Rachael after her ‘rape’ and explain she needed to see black people differently, the only difference was the color of their skin.Friday arrived, Willard was nervous, not sure how the ‘rape’ of his wife would work. He was sure he would be able to calm down Rachael and change her opinion.