Reconnecting

Jada reached over to grab her tacos and coke. She was on the beach, and had gone for some food. She was wearing a black bikini that showed off her round ass.

"Damn, baby, you looking fine today," a man catcalled to her, whistling.

"Hey, brotha, don't you be getting no ideas ... wait ... is that who I think it is?" Jada asked, her eyes widening.

"In the flesh, baby," Henry said, sitting down at the table across from her. Douglas got his tacos, and sat down beside Jada. Henry frowned. "Who is the white boy?"

"Oh, this is my husband, Douglas," Jada said, looking at the frown on Henry's face. "Don't worry, Douglas is harmless."

"Who is this?" Douglas asked, biting into his taco.

"This ... is Henry Riggs. Jamaal's daddy." Douglas blinked. He could see the family resemblance. Tall. Built like a Mack truck. Probably fucked like one too. "I ain't seen you in what ... since Jamaal was two months in the womb. Who was you fucking again? That's right. Shalonda. Shanequa was born what ... three months after Jamaal?"

"What can I say, baby, I was a popular man back then," Henry said, spreading his hands apologetically.

"So what you doing in California?"

"Well, I thought I'd meet my son while I'm out here. Maybe apologize to his momma with a drink or two."

Jada looked him up and down. She did need some good dick out here.

"Make it a bottle."