" I know. I tried something else and that worked. And don't think I'm going to give up on Dad. It's just not as easy as wishing he was better. I don't... know what it will take. Sooner or later, I'm going to run into something I can't fix. I hope this isn't it but you all need to know it could happen."Mom was sitting there like a statue, staring into space, tears flowing down her face. I took her hand in mine and held it for a minute until she looked up at me."I hadn't faced it," she sniffed,. They express in gut-ter language their admiration for her body and speculate on whether she was a “pro” putting on a show to drum up busi-ness or just brazen. As Patsy listens she grasps my penis and sticks it in her mouth (she doesn’t do this “in real life”). She sucks and licks, acutely aware, as I am, that the slurping sound might be heard. I have a tremendous orgasm, letting out an involuntary groan of relief. One of the men asks, “Hey, you okay in there?” I recover and have the sense to. He was already being watched. Being a black man, on the fast track to a cushy office position at Sedgeway Security, and having a black wife that was a successful professional elevated him. Besides, for some reason, his boss and the man’s wife loved Camirra. Why? He had no clue. She was quiet, boring, and besides playing ball, nothing else really appealed to him. Hell, the only reason he talked to her at all was because he lost a bet. Then he met her folks. Those fuckers were loaded. Her dad,. Then my mother spoke up and said that they would be leaving shortly for the weekend and that we were not to have any parties. Yeah right…I thought. I then asked lucky if he had any plans for the weekend.“no” was his reply “why??”“just wondering” I replied. “so did you enjoy the show last night?”“you saw me. I’m so sorry its just that you are so beautiful and I couldn’t help myself.”“that’s okay lucky, I liked that you were watching, maybe later we could go upstairs and I could strip for.