Mary lifted her body and moved off my face. I started to protest but stopped when I realized she was propping my head up with her wadded jacket. She c...imbed back on the table and shifted around so she was facing my feet then again straddled my face. This position gave me better access to her pussy and her ass. I could use my chin against her clit. I grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly back down where I could push my tongue deep inside her again. She roughly grabbed my breasts and began to. My Mother grew to hate men after her third husband left her for another man. Mom had two children my sister Sherry, and me from her last marriage. When I was six my daddy left; Mom says to be a black mans sissy bitch. After that Mom turned sour on men, and started spanking me for the smallest things. By the time I was ten Momma was really into whipping me, and she had my sister of twelve helping her hold me down. Mom would bet my ass with a strap she made from ten long leather boot laces that. Far from it,” Jeff tried. “Who in the hell told you that?““A little birdie,” Whitworth said past a mouthful of coffee cake. “Anyway, you have a team and a whole damn bunch of women who would argue that point. So, use some of those brain cells and give me some fucking suggestions.”“I’m not smart; just lucky.”“Same difference,” Whitworth mumbled.They were quiet for a few minutes as they ate. Finally, Jeff swallowed the last bite of his coffee cake and said, “Sir. One thing the troops can count. I’m this white car, right over there.’ As if to confirm that this wasn’t all just some crazy dream, she leaned in close to quickly kiss me and whisper in my ear, ‘I have waited SO long for this day to be here…’ Oh, I wanted to hold her in front of Panera in the middle of God knows wherever the hell I am, I was so thrown by what was happening to me. I just stood there, speechlessly watching her walk away for a second before she sensed that I wasn’t moving and turned back asking, ‘Are you.