She was so full, so painfully full, that she felt like his cock had gone into her stomach. She felt opened and stretched as though she had been impale...d on a telephone pole. She had never been so filled by any man (although there had only been a few), and it seemed as if she had been ripped and torn open; as if her insides were being pushed aside for his black invading cock. She tried to clench her pussy walls together to keep him from embedding himself further into her cervix, but it was. " Now her eyes flared and Sally appeared angry as she continued, "But then, did I get a turn? Hell, no! And, Miss Andy, that is the worst form of torture of all. They let me go down on them just often enough to remind me how gloriously clean and fresh, sweet and wonderful, their virgin cunts truly are. But do they let me savor their sweetness? No!"Now Sally began to cry but forced herself to continue, "Then just a few hours ago, right before Mr. Wilson arrived, it was time to get dressed. Kelly. I felt embarrassed but I didn’t stop thinking about her and always tried to watch her. Days passed. One day, I found her in the lift alone and I was like Oh my god. Again, a few days later, I saw her with my mom. And after few days, when I came home from college, I found her in the home. She and my mom became good friends.I went to my room and slowly I peeped through the door gap and used to fantasize her and used to masturbate. And finally, I decided to fuck her. Whatever it takes, I want to. And where are the fruits? A banana? Haven’t these people heard of a tomato? Or a mango? Meat. Bread. Onions. A carrot. A potato. That’s it. No wonder they look like ghosts. Unhappy ones. Of course they’re pale. Where’s the sun, anyway? And it’s not even winter yet.She had hated London. Too many people. Too many horses and carriages. Smelly. Dirty. Noisy. Oxford, on the other hand, seemed to her to be just about the right size despite the mud and the cold and the food. Already home to almost two.