Steve’s eyes opened and we looked at each other without saying a word, I had been busted half playing with my own son’s cock but I just carried on...rubbing his stomach in the same circular motion and as my fingers touched his cock I heard a faint moan, “Does it feel good Son?” I asked looking for some kind of approval, “Yes, Dad, it does help my stomach” came the reply as Steve closed his eyes enjoying the attention. My circular motions were getting lower and each time lowering his boxers a bit. The salad and wine and cheese were great, but the air was filled with tension."Come on I said, let' clean up the dishes, we'll finish the wine, sit on the sofa and we can spend the rest of the evening just talking if you want."That's how the evening started; we talked about the fight, her growing up, and her life with Lisa. How she first got interested in boxing. She even told me that when they were growing up, that she and Lisa used to spar together, until Lisa became too much for her to. She smiled and accepted his coffee invite. It was just chatter as he made the coffee and gave it to her but his mind was far more active for here was a white woman, and a heavy breasted one sitting in his parlour and his desire, regards women was to fuck a white woman, something that he had not be able to achieve for some time, so he was determined to mould this woman into the desire he wanted, so he engaged every seductive cord in his being to honey her up so that she would be clay to mould. ‘You know, Jason, I could teach you a thing or two about this game. Stick with me and you’ll be all right.’ ‘God, the last thing I need is you teaching me about anything.’ Andre nudged Jason towards the cart with his putter before dropping it in his bag. Chuckling, Jason caught himself before plopping into the driver’s seat and heading to the next tee. He watched the sun slowly lower on the horizon as they approached the final hole. ‘Good idea coming out today. I don’t know why you didn’t turn.