I know of no man as thick and as long as Demonde. He will prepare you for all the rest.”“Like you say he has prepared you,” I said skeptically.�...��Yes, as he has prepared me for Samuel, Lamar, and Benjamin. They all are big, but not as big as Demonde. I take them without pain.”The three slaves named were all young, strapping, black studs who worked the Sheldon Grove sugar cane fields.“You never,” I said. “You are just making empty boast.”“No, I am not, and you will see. Demonde knows what you. "No time to do this probably," she giggled, "just come here and come in here."She pulled her short skirt up high and pointed between her spread legs.I knelt between her slim legs; I unzipped and pushed my hard cock into her. Her arms encircled my neck and she hugged my tight."Oh yes, fuck me hard," she groaned.Happy to oblige I hammered into her with all my strength."God yes," she gasped, her hips jerking back at me.It was all over much too soon and we lay they still internally joined when. Their door was one of those doors with glass inserts cut to let in light, but you had to look just right to see inside. I did just that, and she was walking away from the door, discarding the towel wrapped around her. I watched as her backside was totally exposed, and my only thought was, "Damn, what a sweet ass!" That image stayed in my thoughts as I walked home.Week OneI knocked on Mrs. Boston's door, and she knew who it was and said, "I will open the garage door."The garage door opened, and. Got caught with two trains in the tunnel and didn’t get killed, or punched, thrown out on the street, or abandoned. Isn’t that about right?” Mary alternated between comforting me and chastising me for the next few hours. She’s a good friend. The best. My snot and tears ruined her shirt. After she left, I went down for a hot soak in the tub and stayed there until I heard the garage door opening and the thumping hummingbird heartbeat of Matthew’s sleek bike. I met him at the front door, dripping.