However, looking down I realized that I might not have to exert that extra amount of effort here. I hadn’t taken my sister’s underwear off but pu...hed some of the fabric to the side. And the baggy shirt that my sister was warring was obscuring most of my dick by shifting my weight I was able to completely hide it. “hu huu hu. I need to get off you. I can’t let mom see me like this.” Liz said, with what little was left of her sanity. “It’s ok Liz.” I said. Suddenly my mother appeared at. ” Her hand was placed back on my back again and she swung ten or so more times when I heard her gasp, “My god, this is amazing!” She stopped. I straightened up. She asked again, “Are you okay? I am done for now, but would like to do it again in a bit, if you can handle it.” I said, “Of course, as I said it is about you not me.” She again looked down at me, no longer even hiding the fact and smiled. We walked back to the towel and she sat down. My backside was a bit sore, so I just stood. It was right. I walked in. Into the tattooists. An hour later Eamon drove me home. I drank a cup of tea, at the breakfast bar. The twins sat opposite me, giggling between themselves. “What are you two giggling at?” I asked.“That man, that black man, the one who was here this morning,” Monica said.“There was only one, Tyson.”“Are all, well do all, what I mean is do they all have, well you know………..? She asked.“What you are trying to ask, is do all black men have big black cocks?” I said.They. I was glad I had worn a sexy very short bloused skirt that day because I felt it really showed of my legs and I really wanted to look sexy for him. Jules was there right on time to get me. We went to a sports bar and had a couple of drinks and then to a nice little quaint jazz bar in the French Quarter. I was having a fabulous time with him. At every chance I nonchalantly let him get a good glimpse of my legs. After awhile he offered to take me home but of course my car was at the mall. So I.