It was her side of the bureau and the space where she kept her underwear and stockings and stuff. Odd. I had been meaning to bag all of her clothing... and donate/trash it, but hadn't taken the time yet. So all of her lingerie, 'special' outfits meant to entice me (or someone else), and even 'marital aids' were still where she'd left them. I shrugged it off, pushed the drawer in, yelled "I'm home" and went back down the stairs to fix dinner.After sa sumptuous meal which was comprised of a. I must have been in 4th grade at the time.”“That’s very sweet of you to say, Paul.”“I even beat up my best friend Jeff Miller who had said your boobs were fake. I told him they were not!”“He started the fight, but I finished it. I haven’t seen or even spoken to him since then.”“My goodness, I seem to remember you coming in the house looking beat up, but you told me you crashed your bike. You lied to me, Paul!”“That was over ten years ago, but I remember it clear as day, Mom. Polly witnessed it,. " I was sitting on the bed waiting, when she walked in standing tall with her hand on her hips with her tight ass leather pants. She shut the door behind her and locked it and said, "Stand up naughty boy." I loved being called a naughty boy. I stood up with a hard on in my pants. I knew she can see my hard on through my pants. You can hear the swish and sound of leather as she walked in her leather pants. She then sat in the chair and she said, "Come here." I walked towards her and stopped. She. ..i tried to tell him not here not now the roomate would knowbut he didnt carei was closing my door bedroom my roomate in the living room looking suspiciousi was tied on my bed panty on the side and fuck moaning quiet doing my best daddy running his bbc deep down in me my ass slamming on him there was no doubt in mt roomate mind , ears on the wall listening to me getting fuckednot believing i was getting fuck by this older black guy just like that he hide and saw the black daddy go out after.