I adjusted the machine and sat down; the seat was still warm and moist from its previous occupant.I caught my eye on the huge black guy sitting now at... my right. He was really tall and muscular, his skin dark as coal. I noticed his shaped calves and his thick thighs. He was really a handsome black man.My eyes were drawn to a particular spot; he was really well endowed…I became aware that he had caught me staring at his crotch and, a bit embarrassed, I looked away. Smiling, the black man stood up. My husband would get turned on by me all the time, he just felt it was too much of an effort to actually act on it and would make excuses, saying he's too tired or not feeling well. I've never had any problem keeping men’s attention in the past. In fact, I'd always been the center of attention! This was the first time I was actually being turned down and I felt unwanted, undesirable and ugly.Mason came raging into my life like a monstrous tornado, upending my entire being; Thrashing me about in. We sat a nd drank and talked for about an hour when she hbent down to hand me abeer out of the fridge which we refilled with what was left in the box , When she did,. I looked at her beautiful ass , and and noticed she was wearing a thong as I sen part of it when she bent over, I guess i was busy stareing at her ass when i herd her say hey , hun i snaped out of it , yes I replied , heres your beer, oh i took and she looked at me and smiled did you like what you saw. I blushed mmm what do mean?. ” her mother said, weakly. She knew she was losing this argument, and feared the consequences, not just for her daughter, but for herself, as well. The sight of the two teenagers in that room had stirred up feeling she had long ago buried. “What reasons, mother?“ Katie asked softly. “Tell me. Tell me so I can avoid this so called “fate” you want to save me from. “Katie, please don’t do this!” Anita begged her daughter, a moment later. Katie had seen her lack of any other reasons in her.