Family man. Valued member of the community. It doesn’t get any better than this. I am very proud of my family. My parents keep asking me when I’m ...going to introduce them to a nice young lady, settle down and have some kids. I laugh and change the subject almost every time. My folks don’t understand that I live in different times. When my folks met, it was the late 1960s. They were both in their late twenties. A black policeman and a schoolteacher in Atlanta. They were both deeply conservative. We walked in silence, I could tell she was embarrassed. I could hear people whispering, calling me a “puta” (hoe) and many more things. We got to her car, and for the first time I met her husband Ricardo, and he was the finest man I had seen in a long time. Tall, muscular, tanned, gorgeous, beautiful green eyes, and a promising smile. He looked at me, up and down, and licked his lips. — Hi, Ziomara. It’s very nice to meet you. Bianca has told me a lot about you. – Hello, nice to meet you.. I quickly stepped on them and spread my arms out, hoping to distract my dad from what was there. “Can I get a good luck hug, Daddy?” I asked. “Hmm, you know, you have been particularly queer lately,” he remarked. “That's very uncharacteristic of you. Is there something that I should know?” “Not at all, Daddy,” I answered. “Not at all.” My dad reluctantly hugged me. As we hugged, I kicked the bloomers across the room and out of sight. By the time the hug ended, I was in the clear. “Oh, I. It felt so good to have her young hands wrestling with my throbbing member. A grin started to form on my face and she looked at me and saw it.When I noticed her looking at me the grin quickly disappeared.“Stop it!! This isn’t right!” I said grabbing her arm and pulling it off my cock.“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it, I saw the look on your face” she said with a sly smirk.She had a point, but it still made me uncomfortable.“Whether I did or not it’s still wrong, you’re my sister”“No I’m not,.