You ever fucked a black man before, missy?" I was appalled, yet excited. Tina just giggled. His gaze was fixed on her thighs as the mini-skirt had ri...dden up to a point where her panties could be seen from any angle.Then, without warning, he reached over and placed his right hand on her right breast. She made no attempt to move it."Damn, bitch, you gots some nice titties," he said, as he moved from one breast to the other. He then took Tina's right hand and placed it on his erection. Again, she. " Your mom wasn't fond of what'sisname?" No. Not at all. Of course, he wasn't fond of her, either, for that matter. She thought he was a lazy windbag, a set of characteristics I apparently overlooked. He thought she was a lazy windbag, a set of characteristics that I find to be somewhat off target." She sighed. "I learned she was correct about him. I wish I'd learned it sooner." Would've saved God the trouble of blowing your car up." Then he'd've had to cause an earthquake or something equally. I was confused, didn’t know what to do or where to go.These self-proclaimed angels were friendly enough after an initial rough misunderstanding of sorts, my initial situation had improved. I was wearing clothing and had received a meal of tasteless bread and stew of something I only could describe as bland. Compared to this, the seaweed and flicker soup of Helga Sorenson was an explosion of flavor; and she was known to skip the salt and stretching things with water.I did not complain, it was. My mom was always touchy-feely. There was never an underabundance of hugs and kisses in our house. She always made my sister and me know that we were loved. That’s why I never thought there was anything wrong when she bathed me.However, at sixteen, I started feeling weird about this. It made me feel uneasy. I didn’t like my mom seeing me naked. I was now at an age where I thought of or saw a beautiful girl I got an erection. And whenever I had a chance I would masturbate. I honestly thought.