I got a brief glimpse of her naked ass as she did this"That is a shame," I coolly reply while admiring her crack. Panties in hand she plops back down ...on the couch sitting diagonally facing me."What do you think of my panties?" she asked while holding up the garment that obviously didn't have a drop of wine on it. They were sexy red silk bikini panties. She had a hand at each end and stretched them out for me to appreciate which caused me to gulp loudly."Ah, mom, they're very sexy." Well, how. “Now love me,” she whispered before pulling my head down so I could kiss her lips. We began the oldest dance of our species then, and it went on and on for a long, long time. I’d had sex with a number of my previous girlfriends, but none of them had been as fantastic as having sex with Maureen was. It wasn’t just that she was passionate and very well padded in all of the right places, but I could actually feel her passion and need in my mind, as our bodies moved together, and our two Talents. Before you go on about the recession crunching the state’s budget for libraries, keep in mind that she buys plenty of books to stack up the sections where white male and white female readers like to pick their titles. Yeah. Little things like that convinced me that Laurel was indeed a racist. I’ve always known there were plenty of racist white women out there. And they’re more dangerous than the racist white men. For example, there’s this middle-aged, red-haired white woman named Lucille who. Very slowly she began to dry me off down there. As she rubbed, of course, my dick began to get harder. She just wiped it. After she got me dried off, she put a blanket over me. She sat down beside me and we talked. Her husband had been dead for several years. I found out that she was 71 years old. Soon I put my arm around her and pulled her up close to me. I thanked her for saving me. I told her that I would love to show her how much I thanked her. She asked me how I would do that. With that, I.