." I know," her friend said with sudden inspiration. "Why don't make thembe... girlfriends." You mean like having them talk about make-up? Or watch ...chick flicks?Or..." She suddenly understood. "You mean make them be girlfriends...physically."They grinned at each other. "Starting tonight, as soon as we get home." Agreed. But let's not rush it. I want them to have lots of chances tofight it, to imagine that they can prevent it from happening, but in theend..." We will win. They will be. Did he know? Maybe he wanted me to come back alone some time? I again saw the wisdom of my long blonde wig. It just does something wonderful to men!I got back into the car and handed my new boyfriend, Jesse, his drink. He said, "Jill, I bet ya thought that was a sterotype - Black guys and malt liquor?" Jesse, I don't believe in stereotypes. They're awful." I tried to sound like a good liberal, when all along I wanted reconfirmation of the best stereotype about Black men - you know what!Jesse. He whispered into my ear, "You've got one more in you, if you think you can handle it."I took a deep breath and lowered for the last rep. Again, his concealed, thick, black cock forced its way between my ass cheeks. I could tell he was pushing it against me and I gladly accepted. He helped me back up again and we re-racked the bar. Both of us now feeling the sexual tension between us. O was having to readjust himself to hide that huge, black cock. He suggested we had time for some bench press,. ” I didn’t miss the look, or the catch in her voice. I’d been holding back on my fantasy, but that was enough to encourage me to push. “If you don’t mind me asking, are they real?” “You mean these?” she asked while cupping her right breast in her hand. “Yes, they’re real.” “I thought they looked real, but you can’t tell just by looking.” “I suppose that’s true, but...” She trailed off and shrugged. “There are limits to my service. Company rules.” I looked to one side, and the other. When our.