For a day she wandered under the dark green cloak of that forest, unknowing as to her direction and unable to determine the path of the sun as it was ...overed by that umbra of oak leaves. Finally she stumbled on an open meadow with a large digging in the center and she recognized the place that the hunter had described in his agony. She saw her quarry, forced to do the demeaning chores of the men, emptying the privies and clipping the beautiful roses that climbed over the eaves of the house.. Then---BOOM!---there they were; dozens of dozens of photographs of my mother, and two different black guys. The locations weren't the same. They appeared to be in some sort of mid-priced hotel room. At first I wasn't sure who the photographer had been, until one picture showed my step-dad, reflected in a wall mirror and holding a camera.'Oh. My. God!' I thought. This is my mother! And my step-dad is there with her and these two different black guys, and he's taking the photographs I'm looking. Instead of her usual pearl or diamond studs she chose a pair of chain and dangle ear rings. She wore last night's black choker to symbolize her love of black cock. Subtle seduction rather than business professional described today's attire. Normally on the train ride into the city she is oblivious of her surroundings unless jostled. Out of the corner of her eye she picked up on the approving glances of most of the men around her. For the first time she made direct eye contact with every black. I just could not take my eyes off her. I can tell she is a perfect girl. Fair complexion, straight silky hair, not even a single mark on face, perfectly waxed body, perfect boobs and a round beautiful sexy ass. What else can anyone want? I had to make a move. Here it goesI was new to Bangalore I did not know about the bus routes and my bike had not yet reached. I saw her standing near the entrance of the college. I asked her I’m new to B’lore could you tell me which bus goes to Banshankri.