It had been Sally's idea to invite the Dow's to the party largely because of Melba's very sensuous demeanor and long, lithe body.David Dow, on the oth...r hand, was a wiry Texan, handsome in a rough sort of way, who grew up poor and black in a fishing family on the Gulf of Mexico coast. As a youth, he had promised himself three things when he grew up: he would be wealthy; he would never eat fish again; and he would marry a woman, preferably white, who could make all his sexual fantasies come. . Can I, like, ask you something?”“Certainly.”“I mean ... something personal? That you can’t, like, tell my uncle? Or the Khafama? Or, like, anybody?”“Oh dear. Well, go for it. You have my word it won’t go beyond this room.”A five second silence.“Could you like, get me something? Buy me something?”“Such as?”“Like ... a toy?”“A toy? What, you want a model train set?”An annoyed sigh came from behind the curtain.“I’ll draw it, okay?”“Uh ... okay.”A few seconds later she slipped a piece of paper. I now know for sure that it’s the guy I thought it was, as I’ve made a point of surreptitiously watching him as Bev and I are playing. I’ve watched him behind the partly lowered blind, moving to get a better view, and I reckon that it’s definitely a phone he’s filming us with. Although the guy (and his wife) has been living with parents in the house for about a year, I’ve never actually spoken to him…I have chatted with the old guy a few times but never the son…..until a few evenings ago….hence. Then Amy squeezed out some jelly and worked it back between her buns. ‘I want you to lick my pussy while Jimmy fucks my ass too,’ she said. ‘But I also want to give you some more head at the same time, is that okay, mom?’ ‘Sure, baby.’ ‘So how about we sixty-nine it again, I’ll get on top,’ my s****r proposed as mom and s*s assumed the position. It didn’t take very long for me to figure out just how this anal assault of my s****r would proceed. There was s*s’s bottom right over mom’s face, mom.