I had glumly expected that I would have to suck this old man off again today and had thought that my ordeal was over. But now I realized it was going ...to be much worse. "No please, Mr Dixon" I said, and he told me to shut up and keep my legs in the air.He grabbed a bottle from his dresser and moved between my legs. I looked toward him, between my raised knees and watched as he poured some liquid onto his cock and started rubbing it all over. Then he reached down and poured more onto my ass."No. Round and plump, it filled out her dresses and tight skirts sensuously, sharing the admiring glances of onlookers with her impressive breasts. She smiled again recognizing with all due modesty that with her face and body, she might easily be taken for a twenty-five year old. Not bad, she thought, for a woman old enough to have a son entering college this Fall.The phone twittered. The beautiful Black waited, as she always did for the answering machine. After its brief message, her friend Marcy's. Alas, that was not to be.Mom got sick when I was twelve. She tried to shrug it off at first, then blame it on something going around the office but after several months Dad forced her to go to the doctor. He sent her to see a specialist and three months later she was in the hospital for chemo. She saw me turn fourteen but it was from her bed. It was difficult for her to talk but nothing could wipe that smile and the look of pride off her face.She died a couple of weeks later. She made me. She must have found whatever she was roaming for, all of a sudden she was standing straight, closing the door of the refrigerator. She turned and their eyes made four. For two long seconds brown stared into blue and blue stared right back. His expression was impassive but with his eyes he was trying tell her, how desperately he wanted to fuck her. Her East Indian mango and Jamaican apple in hand she turned away and walked towards the sink. She saw it. She saw his appreciation and his wanting;.