Next she pulled down my underwear and stared at my cock. ‘It’s bigger than I remembered,’ she said, wrapping her hand around it. Being best frie...nds for about 7 or 8 years, we had seen each other naked a few times. She started moving her hand up and down on my rod as she said, ‘Those damn blondes. Don’t know how to appreciate you right. You need a brunette to show you a good time.’ Her statement wasn’t accurate, but in regards to me it had some truth to it. Every girlfriend I had ever had had. Did he want more because the world constantly told him he could have more, or did he want more because the world was telling him more was what he needed to want? And did he really want more? Or did he hate that he felt like he needed more?Jerome had a lot. I mean, he had a degree, which was more than a lot of people. He’d had opportunity; He holidayed lots; he had a successful family to look up to and that provided for him, kept a roof over his head and owned the roof over his head(As much as. One of the women they tried to attack is only thirteen! She’s barely more than a child, herself. Your men can count themselves lucky they still breathe.”The man stood there in horror at this. He looked at the man in front of him. He was in no doubt he would do exactly as he promised. Just then Henrietta and her daughters came by.“Henrietta, a moment please. Allow me to introduce Ishmael. It was his men that tried to attack you today.”Henrietta glared at him and said, “Thank goodness for David. There's no need to make him suffer, no need to punish him more than I must each time I ask him to bring me here."He studied her expression as she spoke, examining the smallest of gestures, searching for truth in the arch of a brow, or the cornersof her mouth where full lips met to reveal fleeting glimpses of those things she tried hardest to conceal. Now no longer comforted by his sympathetic smile, she clung in vain to her strength as it slowly slipped away, her resistance broken, her pride.