After our son was born I had an operation to prevent any more chances of getting pregnant. We were happy with our three children 2 girls and 1 son. My husband, Tom, treated them like they were his own. The girls were, at the time of this story, were 9. 7, and the baby boy 4 months.
I had kept my figure almost at the sizes of my marriage. 38DD, 21, 36. Still brunette and nice looking, weight still was in the mid 120's.
I was out walking our son in a carriage, again wearing the usual, a short skirt and a blouse that the top 4 buttons were not buttoned, leaving a large amount of skin showing. In fact if I bent over to check our son both tits were showing. I was two blocks from home. Standing at a corner waiting for the light. I heard some talking and looked around and saw 4 black men standing at the door of an apartment house talking.
Before the light changed two of them were standing next to me and one asked..
"Oh, look Ty, see the baby."
"Yeah, really black."
Then to me one asked "Yours or baby sitting"
"Mine."
"Oh, you must have adopted it?"
"No."
"Oh, you have a black husband.?"
"No."
"Oh you mean that your not married."
"Oh, I am married to a very nice white man."
"Oh, what did he say when this came out?"
"He loved it, seeing his son."
"Oh he calls him his son."
"Oh, yes he planned it and it to him is his son."
"He planned it, How?"
"He had 10 black men at the house for the right weekend and this is the out come of the weekend of fun."