Lacie squeezed her eyes tighter. This was the best delusion yet. Lacie could smell the warm, clean scent of his skin. The warmth of his hands soothed ...her clammy skin. His voice was strong in her ears. ‘Lacie… look at me.’ Lacie whimpered, shaking her head. She didn’t want to lose this illusion. Lacie was stretched tight on the machine, yet for some reason, it almost felt as is her arms were pulling themselves free. ‘Look at me, Lace. Tell me you’re okay. You’ll be fine. We’re gonna get you. Soon both smiling black guys were sitting next to me at the stools…They introduced themselves as Jordan and William…We started chatting and they said I was a hot blonde and asked me if I was married. I told them my husband was now away from town; so, I had a few hours free to enjoy by myself… Both black guys understood what I wanted to mean…The time passed by and I started to get dizzy and hornier with the drinks. We started open up and talk about sex and how white women are attracted to black. Then she released me but by that time i lost some steel in my rod. She pushed me down on the bed and started licking my nipples and biting them gently. Slowly she travelled down and again took both my nuts in her mouth and started teasing them with her tongue. When the rod was back in hardness she straddled me and moved over me with her great tits jiggling. I held them in my hands and kept caressing the nips. She moved without stopping for bereath and i could not hold much longer. I grabbed her. We decided to delay my outing to a later date, feeling that our folks had already had enough for the time being. My news was only broadcast nine months later.During the first holiday of my final year at school and Rolf’s second year at college, I observed Rolf speaking to our neighbour, Jeth. Jeth had moved in next door to us two months earlier and was your typical biker dude. Jeth was bulky, hairy, tattooed, bald, and had an abundance of facial hair. The chopper he owned was monstrous and when.