Okra, for example. And the tradition itself is, oh, thoroughly a part of black culture.” And for the next few minutes I essentially recapitulated t...e basics of a course on Southern social history I had taken and continued reading about. At the end of it, Phyllis said, “See what I have to listen to all the time? Just don’t get him started on the Insular Cases.” We laughed and Sandra asked, “Why, are they boring?” Phyllis replied, “When he talks about them they’re fascinating. Afterwards you. Dont you dare! I yelled, trying to cover up how much I would love it if he did show me his cock. Yknow, you didnt have to stop just because of me. Shut up, weirdo. I sat up, trying to figure out how I was going to get past him and make it safely back to my room before I embarrassed myself any more. Where dya think youre going? Anywhere but here. Not with my jersey, youre not. Take it off. No way! Alright . . . guess Ill just have to tell Mom and Dad what I found in my room when I came home from. “I’ve found men like hair round women’s pussies'” shereplied, embarrassed, “they seem to like it like thathere.”“Well I certainly do,” I said. “Now get down on yourknees and give my prick a good sucking before I fuck thearse off you.” I couldn’t believe what I was doing, justshoving my dick in and out of my mother’s mouth andfeeling her tits, (Mentioning arse reminded me) “I thinkI’ll fuck your arse as. We stayed like that for a while. No one to interrupt us. No one to break us up. We both wanted this for and we were going to enjoy every second of it. Our saliva mixed, our tongues entwined tenderly. Her hands sent shivers down my spine and I knew mine did the same to her. I felt my cock grow against the fabric of my thong. After a few minutes, my hard member was pressed between our bellies and only then I realized something. Reluctantly I broke the kiss."We don't have protection." Don't worry,.