Shirley was the first person who had questioned whether this would be the case or not.The worst part for me was not being able to reassure Shirley tha...t all her fears were baseless. I just didn't know. What I did know was that I was having to fight back against the anger I was feeling for Shirley. It had risen up while we were talking, but I didn't really recognize it for what it was until after it began to affect the tone of voice I was taking with her.Shirley recognized the anger before I did.. I ended up passing out I guess. I’m not sure how much more that fucker fucked me that night. I woke up beside him and he was asleep like a big bear for the winter. Not sure a train would have woken him up if it had drove through the house. I was searching the room all over trying to find all of my clothes. There were no less than a dozen used condoms lying around the bed on the floor, most filled with visible amounts of cum. As I dressed I really began to notice how sore I was. Not like. " Then what?" Your cold heart."Gia nods. "I think it could get just as hot." Has it ever?" No. I have fucked. I have gotten quite good at it." For Simon?" Never. Unlike his other angels, it has never been my purpose. If it can be viewed as a reward or a manipulation, it wasn't my intention, nor Simon's. I just get horny." Other angels? Not sister angels?" Sisters." Gia," Chen sighs."Make love to me?" Gia murmurs."You will end your assignment?" I promise. Please. I feel my heart warm just. And I know I wasn’t the only boy with these thoughts, because if you care to do the research, you’ll find it’s up there in the top ten of male fantasies. And for some reason, the adolescent me got particularly excited about the stories featuring white wives with well-endowed black men. Maybe this was something to do with the way black athletes and sportsmen were rising to dominance in several sports. After all, it was the era of Carl Lewis dominating Athletics, the England cricket team being.