Black Condom

Karen lost her husband almost four years ago and still hasn't gotten out of her mourning stage. Her daughter is constantly calling her and urging her to get back into the world.

Finally, Karen says she'd go out, but didn't know anyone. Her daughter immediately replies: 'Mom! I have someone for you to meet.'

Well, it was an immediate hit. They took to each other and, after dating for six weeks, he asks her to join him for a weekend in the Catskills.

Their first night there, she undresses, as he does. There she stood nude except for a pair of black lacy panties, he in his birthday suit.
Looking at her he asks: 'Why the black panties?'

She replies: 'My breasts you can fondle, my body is yours to explore, but down there I am still in mourning.'
He knows he's not getting lucky that night.

The following night the same scenario -- her standing there with the black panties on and he in his birthday suit ... except that he is wearing a black condom.

She looks at him and asks: 'What's with the black condom?'



He replies: 'I want to offer my deepest condolences.'