We started talking about work friends and the next thing I knew he had his black hands up my shirt taking my bra off. Damn I was on fire, I kinda help...ed him get it off. He pushed my shirt up and forcefully helped his self and took it off too, then started licking and sucking my tits!!!!!I was loving it and then he grabbed my hand and again forcefully put it on his crotch, I started to rub it and felt his Big Black dick getting hard, it was big too. I wanted to see it so bad! After a minute of. Snarling, almost feeling like a hound, I snapped my jaws about the meat of his neck. I couldn't open my jaws wide enough to wrap around his entire throat, but I caught a good chunk of it. My teeth bit. Flesh sliced beneath them. Foul blood flowed over my neck.But not that gush I wanted. Not that arterial spray that would kill him as he lost more and more blood. I savaged him, ripping with my neck muscles, trying to tear his flesh. But his skin was so tough, his neck muscles so strong. The ogre. The pan fish were tasty but hardly more than an appetizer, given their diminished numbers. Regardless, Hans stuffed himself with fish and potatoes. He ate like a pig, but was very trim, a benefit of being a tennis pro. His and Sarah’s ancestry (and thus partly mine) was German and Norwegian, and they both looked it. Sarah was statuesque. She had the same green eyes and blonde hair as Hans, although the sinewy toughness of her brother was well tempered by the curves that come from female. ” he paused, taking a deep breath and squeezing his eyes closed again. After a long pause, his eyes opened and he practically whispered: “ ... because I am not a boy.”What? My brain seemed to have taken time out, all thought frozen.Softly, with infinite gentleness, he said, “Willi, I am Colette – a girl.”I had no words. I think my mouth opened and closed a few times, but I could not speak as my entire world shifted around me.Eventually, “What?”Col leaned closer still, placing a tiny, gentle.