The power of Normality. Anything you do will be accepted by all and you can control normality itself with a few words.” The voice didn't echo but I ...could just feel this huge presence in the dry and raspy feminine tone. It wasn't hard to imagine that this was the voice of a God.‘W-what?’ My thoughts on my surroundings were interrupted and led into complete disarray by the sudden intrusion of the voice as I registered the words of the – whatever it was. If this was a dream, this would definitely. "You two better get up," he suggested.This finally snapped Sandra out of her daze, and she let Nico help her up from the ground. While she stood in front of this man, she felt her skin itching while his eyes went all of it. And then she remembered something. Her skin wasn't itching from him looking at her, but it was from all the sperm that was running down her body.Her thoughts were confirmed when the man said, "God, you two look dirty." He then looked at the boys and added, "How many times. As we walked the few blocks we talked about cars, orrather he talked about cars. I was too busy fighting off thesethoughts that were going through my mind, I still didn't like theseteenage girl emotions messing with my brain. "Oh wow, you live here?"he asked as we walked to my front door. I turned to thank him for thewalk, when suddenly my arms were around him and we were kissingheavily. After we made out for a few minutes I opened the front doorand peeked in, it seemed like nobody was. "Delivery!" he said. Grandma unlocked the door and said "Come in, Big Black Dick in the Hood !" When Big Black Dick in the Hood walked inside, Grandma was standing right there.Grandma was a older BBW that liked black men, a lot! She was wearing a low-cut nightgown, that was just long enough to cover her cellulite thighs, but too small for her wide, fat butt. And her hard nipples poked through the lace fabric covering her breasts."You must be hungry! Come eat some of my food!And Big Black Dick.