He slipped a tiny diaper on her bottom, a pink layette on her body, kissed her head, and whispered, “Welcome home Joy.”He ran back out as the suns...et painted the sky with oranges and reds, and scooped up Angel, carrying her into the house.“Don!” she exclaimed “I think I can walk!”“You’ve done enough for one day, I want you to rest.”Angel rested her head against Don’s shoulder. “Would you mind if I took a nap?”“Not at all. In fact, I insist. I’ll clean up the mess and then finish my work. Don’t. They began making out with us right away. They were quick to get their hands roaming all over our bodies. I’m sure they were surprised when they realized that neither Vanessa nor I were wearing a bra or panties. When the elevator reached our floor, I broke my embrace with Devon. He already had my dress pulled up, exposing my naked ass. I turned and saw that Josh had Vanessa’s top pulled down and he was caressing her tits. We hurried to our suite. Once inside I told the guys to make themselves a. She knew that she had to get a special bra for her tits were far to big for the normal bra from the retail shop, this was just the way she was built and certainly never occurred to her that they were going to be the focus of two black men on a country train. For these men a heavy breasted woman was for them a prize that would equal a lottery ticket, especially if she was white. She couldn't understand their conversation. She heard them talk and just smiled as they smiled at her. If she had. ”“I’ll try to set her up with one of my buddies,” I said.“Don’t joke about this!” she snapped. “This is my mother I’m talking about!”“I have to joke a little,” I said. “Think about it. My wife is asking me to do things... sexual things ... with her mother. You have to admit that’s kind of odd.”“Maybe for everybody else, but this is us. I’m not threatened by this. I’m happy about it, Bob! I’ve read all about the PTSD and depression wounded vets go through, and erectile dysfunction is common.