My mom got angry, as I Don’t drink, they gave me money. I went outside and I was very nervous for what might happen when I’m not there. To my surp...ise, when I returned they were laughing and enjoying the time. They gave my mom 4 peg of rum, she never drank before. She was out of control in just 30 minutes.Afterwards the police men started appreciating her beauty. She acknowledged it and said thank you officer in a very slutty way. I knew that my mom was hungry for sex as my dad only used to. I didn’t know what to think at first; it was something I had wanted so much, to be able to feel her in my arms, but there was always that niggling doubt. Was she who she said she was? What if this was just someone’s idea of a sick joke and I'd find myself sat alone for hours in a city I didn’t know? But in the end, the excitement beat the doubt with the prospect of reward vastly outweighing the risk.That little black box appeared in the corner of my screen alerting me: ‘You have a new message’. “All right. All right. I’ll bring Junior back.” Getting up, he took the errant chick to its mother. When he put it down in front of the hen, she didn’t even peck at him, but clucked to her offspring before pushing it under her feathers.Morales barely beat the yellow ball back to his bed. Nudging his finger against the chick’s chest to get it to step on the finger, he raised Junior until they were staring eye-to-eye. “No! You do not sleep with me. I don’t want chicken shit in my bed and. Or lowering my chin to my chest and sobbing to myself. But instead, I just sat like an ice statue and watched. Frozen as I watched their hands caress and explore, giving hand signals as to much they loved being coupled together and loved each other’s bodies.My eyes were locked on the sight of Francis’ muscular black ass rising and falling with a hypnotic regularity and forcefulness. Each time the long downward thrust winning a sexual moan from the female he was mating. Each time causing her.