"Mmm...that feels so good..." she said.I pulled her hair off of the left side of her neck and kissed her neck gently. Seeing as she wasn't complaining..., I kissed her throat passionately, pressing my lips against her lily flesh. I licked her neck, and when she moaned again I slid my right hand around her shoulder to caress her face, her cheeks, her mouth. My left hand found its way down to the left side of the hem of the tee shirt and I raised her shirt up a little, feeling her belly, her navel.. ..exciting! It meant, for one thing, that maybe my mom really wasn't quite as 'racist' as I'd grown up to see her as? Then there was the nagging thought that my step-dad might be in on this whole interracial sexual thing, as well. It made so much sense that he had been the one taking those photographs---but what about the very real possibility that my mom had fucked that black guy? If my step-dad had taken the photos of my mom snuggling and cuddling with that black guy, it seemed inescapable. What’s going on, Ray? It’s time you told me what you know.’ ‘I wish I could tell you more, Mr. Dickerson, but I don’t know any more than you. In fact, I wasn’t aware that the medicine cabinet was left unlocked. But it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that something isn’t right. Believe me, I’m as concerned as you. This last incident could have been fatal, and it scares the hell out of me.’ Dickerson put away his memo pad and looked me dead in the eye. ‘Actually, your accident is the only. A couple of months later I stopped at the store again because I was driving at night and had fondled myself into a raging erection. What can I say, when you need porn you need porn. The selection in the store was completely different so i had to start from scratch. I had to piss again so went to the restroom. I did my business and as I was shaking it out I noticed a pair of fingertips in the gloryhole. Holy shit! I had a huge rush of adrenaline, fear, arousal, the urge to flee, the urge.