”“You know our opinion of racism,” Mom replied.“And I’ve heard that message consistently from the time I was little from you and dad, from F...ther Herman, from Father Nicholas, and from Vladyka ARKADY. And I think that means your soap will stay safely in the dish. But I have my OWN problem that is, sadly, hauntingly similar.”“You plan to date Clark now that Emmy is out of the way?” Mom teased.“Yep. I’m going to play for the other team, and you know, once you go black...”Mom laughed, “Why do I. I took my hand out of his jeans and we returned to our hike. Sure enough, around a couple of corners we found them. A husband and wife, sitting on a long and sharing snacks. The way the husband looked at me, said that he wanted to fuck me. The way the wife looked at me, said that she knew where my hands had been. Thom and I made small talk, then headed on. We walked past a waterfall and Thom said, “I’ll bet this is where a lot of people turn around.” “Let’s go a little further.” I said with a. ” “Nice taste and strong.”“Mmm. “ Amber smiled naughtily, ”And nice sized bottle to.”“What ever do you mean wench?”“Oh not what your thinking, you naughty man.” She said but her smile said opposite.Later when we were getting heated she would glance to the empty bottle. Within moments it would be rubbing her pussy. In future conversations shed say that her, “liking for a bit of bottle” had been ALL my idea and deny what had happened.But there is no denying one thing. Amber LOVED being taken and. He had love handles. And a paunch. She doubted he could run more than a mile without collapsing.He was also soft. He said he wanted to make love, but his body suggested otherwise."You can't have makeup sex with that," she said, feeling a little cruel."That will take care of itself," he said, confidently. "Can I come to bed?" It's your bed," she replied.She realized she was being pernicious. She took a deep breath. He was being conciliatory. He was trying to do what she'd said he was supposed to.