Oh ... congratulations," she beamed."Uhm, yeah. Well, there is a catch." Oh? What catch?" It's in Vernon. I'll only be there for the summer, but ... i...t's in Vernon."I could see the look on her face as she realized the implications. We were going to be separated for the next three months. That was never in our plans. That was something we had never considered."Oh ... Vernon. That's a long way away, isn't it?"I nodded. "About a six hour drive ... give or take." How often will you be home?" she. Dona looked at me and shook her head, mouthing, “Weird.”I shrugged. It took all kinds of people.“Wish she stuck around,” Kurt muttered.“Looking to get a little strange pussy?” Dona purred. Kurt didn't answer.“What would that Black girl you're dating think?” asked Dona.“We broke up,” Kurt said. “She got what she wanted: bred by Becky.” He said the words so calm, like it didn't matter. Like he got what he wanted, too. Sharing her with me? Being there when I bred her cunt?“That little bitch,” Dona. Anyway, here's the deal."She explained the situation to Ronnie; the lack of attention from her husband, her night with Dirk and Patty's blackmail:"One of these days the little bitch is going to get really pissed at me and give her daddy that tape. What I need to do is come up with something that I can use to hold over her head that will keep her from showing that tape to Ralph. I need a Mexican standoff with the little shit." What can I do?" What I want to do is set up a tape recorder in her. " He said. I supposed he had done it before or had quickly figured out the amount of force and torque needed to overcome the weight of his mother's round ass.I knelt down and did as he said, nibbling at bits of fabric, inhaling the scent of tanning lotion, ass, quim, and skin. My tongue falling against her trim pubic mound and getting a hair or two in my mouth. Mrs. K was more than cooperative, lifting her butt and urging me on. Once I had pulled it down past her hips, it was an easy trip.