" He can't tell you," came a delicately accented voice from the bed.The two of us turned our heads as one to look at the clear, sweet voice coming fro... the bed. Simone was awake.She repeated, "He can't tell you. He has integrity."She said that last word as if it were the most important thing in the world that a man could have. She may be right."Damn, Lar, who is the beautiful woman who uses big words with such a lovely accent?" Excuse my manners. Mac, this is Simone. Simone, Mac," I said in. Father looked at me in disgust, which I know I deserved, but to be honest I never expected him to do it, but do it he did. He undressed there and then stripping his clothes off down to his underpants without asking why.“Did you not understand me..all your clothes“. I told him, “and then put your hands behind your head”. Once he had done what I asked of him, I called my mother over to me and she joined me in bed, underneath the covers she quickly placed her sweaty hand on my penis; stroking it. " Congratulations, Are they healthy?" Yes they are," I told him."That's good." I want you to see them." I'll have to see." Okay I'll be around."Jerome sounded like he was not interested in seeing if the boys were black. Jerome never showed much emotion about anything. I held hope that he would want to fuck me again.I kept my attire to a minimum at home. Panties and a T-shirt for the boy's at feeding time.Two weeks after calling Jerome I was sitting home on a Friday night, after putting the boys. She moved her right hand down to my feel my throbbing cock through my pants. After squeezing it repeatedly, she whispered, "I certainly can't let you go to work in this state. What would your co-workers say?"My only response was, "You're right!" as I turned and lay her on the bed before stripping off my clothes. I slid into her hot little box and pushed to the hilt. Jackie wrapped her legs and arms around me tightly. She began squeezing my pulsing cock with her vaginal muscles, as I.