I can arrange it so that your story will come true.It will be the last fictional story of being a woman you'll ever haveto write."What does that suppo...se to mean?" Alex thought as he felt a tingle inhis crotch area. When he looked down, he notice the waist band of hispantyhose seemed to disappear into his skin. "What this?"She turned back to the computer screen. You should now start to feelthe process take over you. You love writing TG stories. You will now beliving your last one. I hope you. I realized this week that I had never spent the night at my father’s mother’s home or at any member of his side of the family’s house. Once I had moved to the South that can be looked over, but before then? I realized yesterday I had never even been in most of her house. I had been on the front porch, living room, bathroom, and kitchen. She wasn’t rich these were coal miners. My sister and I just weren’t welcome.My maternal grandmothers house I knew every nook and cranny of. I could tell you. I was angry, but not nuts. I knew how to fight and not leave marks. I also wanted this over and done with. I had seen enough bad drunks in my day to know that if I let him up he would just go at it again. I told him if I ever heard of him hurting a woman again I would hunt him down and beat him until he begged to be dead.What happened next was shocking. All of a sudden Sheryl was on my back slapping and yelling at me to leave him alone. Next thing I knew, she was on the ground, telling him it. You wouldn’t want to have your parents find out that their young daughter has had black flesh inside her…would you?” “Oh my God, I can’t believe that I have a blue black cock inside me. Here I am being taken by a black African without a rubber on….this isn’t right…you’ve got to stop…this is dangerous… my father would kill me,” she pleaded.Although the music was loud Abiola covered her mouth with his black hand to quite her protests as her blue eyes were wide with pain and anxiety. His other arm.