"The clinic is going to let me..." I could not finish the question after a vision of my mother strapped into gynecological stirrups buzzed me. Rachel ...inked when I adjusted."They're going to allow anything I tell them," she said looking at me with something more than herself in her eyes. The lioness was circling toward the surface and escape.Brittany tried to swallow a small sniffle and the sound made us look at her. She had tears in her eyes and started to bolt as we stared at her in surprise.. ”“Yes and we both know what happened there,” Jenny giggled.Ann felt her face blushing which she thought was rather ridiculous considering what she had been doing moments earlier, plus the fact that she was still naked with her daughter.“Don’t worry about that,” Jenny laughed, “let’s get you tarted up.”Jenny selected clothes for her mother to wear, a white blouse and black skirt, she handed her mother a black quarter cup bra.“Put that on,” she said passing her the bra, “it will make your tits. The buttons on her dress were still undone but she was no longer fondling herself. My mood changed, I became angry. Angry at myself for divulging secrets. Angry at myself for entertaining this pompous, spoiled woman with stories of my past sexual encounters. Still angry at Wendy for terminating the ‘wall job’ earlier that evening. “It was nothing special, we fucked doggy style and I went home, end of story.” “In the dark?” She just wouldn’t stop. “Yes,” I answered, “in the dark.” “With a. She emphasized the words YOUNG and BLACK. I had been challenged and I wanted to make it happen but how does one do that? You cannot advertise in the local newspaper, "Wanted, a young black Santa's helper to give my wife a good screwing for Christmas."As I thought about it I knew that the previous young black man (bro) had graduated from college and left the area for a new job but perhaps if I could find him, he would know someone. That would sure make things a lot easier on me. I decided to.