’ answered Cathy as Thomas walked back to his house. After a few more minutes, Cathy lifted her soaked pussy off of my now sticky face and says, ‘...Well you have a gate to build, so you better get busy.’ As I sat there, she noticed the look of humiliation on my face, and tells me ‘You know this is all your fault, Jim.’ ‘My fault??? How do you figure that, Cathy?’ ‘Who’s the one who brought up the fantasy of seeing me fuck other men? Men with big cocks? Then as time went by, black men with big. Sunday it’s kind of a family tradition that I go over to my father’s for the evening meal if Mom’s working, which she was. And it’s been kind of like traditional for a couple of years now for Dad to ask me whether I’d got a girfriend yet. And of course I couldn’t tell him, so I sort of didn’t answer, which was what I usually did anyway… and then after the meal he took me out the back to see the latest gizmo he’d got on his pickup, and said real serious about if I was gay that was OK by him and. Icould see nothing that could possibly remind me of Tony, except, perhapsthe nose. But my nose was always a bit small and tweaked up at the end,just like my mother. Sheila had done a great job at getting me lookinggood enough to face the general public, without being found out as animpostor. But this was on a different level. This was premier divisionstuff compared to Sunday league.Just then there was a knock on the door.I didn't turn around, I was still looking at the girl in the mirror.. I laid her down on her back and parted her thighs. She knew what was coming, and her hands clasped my head as I leaned down to taste her. I ran my tongue gently from the top of her slit to the bottom. She pulled my mouth forcefully against her, letting me know that she was in no mood to be teased. Giving in, I slid my tongue inside her and reached up to massage her breasts. I flattened my tongue and pressed it hard against her hood, putting pressure on her swollen nub. I drew it back and forth.