After we reached our drama class, I told Mia she could come to my house to "practice". We both knew what it meant but somehow it was simpler to say "t... practice" rather than "to fuck each other's brains out"."Won't your mom be there?" she asked a little worried."Oh don't worry baby! She usually stays down or in her room watching TV."I neglected to mention what my mother watches on TV but there was no reason to scare the girl. The day was hard because I was hard. I hadn't cum in the morning.. Not that I didn't wanna squeeze one out on white girls, but usually they came in the Auswitch emaciated look, were just two damn gross or didn't fuck with black guys on order of their "black" pimp.I'd found some great asses out here on the street, but guilt was getting to me. I'd resolved to do the hooker thing one last time when I saw Roxy.This sure is wierd.What can I say ... It's my thing.Whut ? You scared of Aids or somethin ? ... I'm clean.No, it's not that ... I just wanna do that one. Dawn smiled seductively and put her knife and fork together, "Pussy hot," she purred. Then with a wicked smile, she slowly slid her leg away from her Mom's slit and back down the thigh and calf, at the same time sitting up straight like a good little schoolgirl. Finished she gave an innocent smile, "Is there afters?" Ice-cream," said Joyce, "I'll get it." She stood up, collected the plates and headed into the kitchen. After scooping some ice-cream into the bowls she paused and put the carton. Now that the tent was struck, she was able to do it before any of my teenage insecurities could kick back in.Rather than retreating into my self-consciousness again, I mustered all my courage to appear bold by taking her hand and lead her to the shower. Holding the shower door open, I invited her in, "After you, M'lady," and congratulated myself on my courteousness. Very subtle! Good job! Way to go!On top of that, I was so relaxed that, despite her pronounced scent and my juvenile excitement, I.