The problem was that re-contacting Kwame was literally as different as black and white compared to re-contacting Pete. They had gone to Chicago knowin... that a meeting with Jon's father was possible, if perhaps unlikely, but they'd also gone there with the knowledge that the worst that could happen was it would be unpleasant. Even as bad as Pete had been before the rest of the family left him, he wasn't likely to reach out and try to hurt them -- they expected that he would have been just as. “You’re trying to explain this away, Laura. I want to know what you did. With him. Them.” Matthew’s head rocked forward, menacingly. “I don’t care why you did it.” “You’re scaring me, Matthew.” I leaned away from him, feeling small and just a bit pleased with his threat display. “After last night, you should be scared. Now do as I say, or I’ll walk out of here and never come back.” His words frightened me more than any threat of violence. It was no bluff, he’d done exactly that with his first. All her bras and panties, when I let her wear them, were all brightly colored and very sultry, slutty, one or the other or both! After the first month of our new relationship I had made her get her hair cut. "No mom, I want you to get a short hair cut."Honey, please couldn't I just wear a pony tail, that would keep my hair off my face and you could use it as a handle if you wanted to. Please, I've had long hair since I was 15!" No, I want it short enough so that no matter how you're sucking, I. I lowered my face and I tasted her pussy.You should have heard Jan crying out from my tongue licking up and down her slit. Once she was totally wet I got onto my back and Jan mounted me. She slid down onto my pole and I filled her pussy with hard cock. We must have been totally out of it. I heard the bedroom door open and there stood my mother. Jan turned around and then quickly got off of me. Jan gathered up her clothes and ran past my Mom.There I was on my back with my cock standing straight.