My heart feels exactly like yours. What you said—it was so much more than anyone has ever said to me. Do you know how happy I am?" It just felt righ...t."At that, she burst into sobs. My tears followed hers."I promised myself that I wouldn't cry," she wailed into my shoulder."Amy. You can always be yourself with me." I hugged her tight.We eventually disentangled, shyly laughing at each other's red-rimmed eyes. Amy led me to a chair and served me a great dinner, her eyes sparkling each time I. Her mother, ignoring that for a moment, spread Trine's legs and started sewing up the hole Christina mentioned. "Ouch," Trine muttered. "Ouch, ouch, ouch......" "Quit whining, you baby," Christina said as she came over to watch her friend get stuffed. "You didn't make this much noise when your mom gutted you. Well, that is not true. You made more noise, but you weren't whining." "I feel kinda stupid for saying this," Trine said, "but it was a good kind of pain, if there is. " Still naked with his gorgeous (did I just think that) black dick and balls hanging a foot from me. "See Joe, I'm kinda into my own myth busting theories."As disinterested and aloof as I could muster, I reply, "And what would they be, Terrence?" Well for starters how about all whites, whether male or female, get sexually aroused while in the presence of the black man's superior black cock?" "I, uh...I wouldn't know that to be true" is all I could manage."It's ok, Joe, I'm not being entirely. It was horrible seeing that hard member of yours having just abused that poor girl. I shudder to think of it now." She had stopped and was standing right in front of me as I sat on the stool she had told me to sit on. Mrs. Longtree was a rather short lady and a little chubby. Nicely round and juicy I had thought before. Nowhere near as tall as I was. I kept looking up into her face. As I did she reached out and took my head in her hands, still giving me the business verbally, but bringing my.