”“Is it?”“I’m sorry Uncle Tom. I didn’t get a good look at her face, but it’s her dark brown raincoat, and you know how she wears her bl...ond hair in that long French braid, and it was her hat alright. I didn’t see her Lexus; he drove the both of them. I guess she met him some place.”I heard Wayne sniffle back some tears so I told him, “Stay with it Wayne. I’m on my way.”Something else was bothering me too. This was November 15th. My birthday was the twelfth; it was my fortieth. Helen never said. . no! You aren't going to get me that easy. My skin may besoft now, but I'm not. Not yet, and I'll never be. I'll kill myselfjust to spite you all before I become a slut.I'll just concentrate on my story. Damn, my nipples are getting largeand sensitive. Okay, I was walking home from work to enjoy the air whenI ran into that stupid witch. She treated me really rude so after Itried to peacefully get away from her, I finally called her a bitch.Turns out her granddaughter died recently, out fucking. So I erased that picture and took another. He liked it. I did too, actually. His huge, black cock and brown hands with my white tits and hard, pink nipples made a very exotic looking picture. I looked at the first picture he had taken. Oh my God!!!!! I couldnt believe it. His cock looked bigger than my mouth and I looked liked I was in love with it. I didnt realize it until right then, but I was in love with his big cock. He took my cell and dialed a number. What are you doing, Quan? Im sending. “How many women have you had?,” she asks with a hand on mine. I was tempted to reply, “What answer do you want?,” when the waiter appeared with our meals.Dinner at my inner-city penthouse the next night. Gina was impressed with the view, my cooking and choice of wine. “We have wonderful chemistry,” I told her as we kissed passionately and undid the buttons on her blouse, no bra, and licked and kissed her nipples.“Take your shirt off as well,” she told me as I readily complied.“I have never.