I take it and press my fingers to his palm "I am your friend. May the universe guide us to your love." I seal the pact."Come here." He says with a gri...n as he pulls on my hand and maneuvers me into his lap. I find that I am giggling at him. It is a very uncomfortable lap, he has weapons stashed in the legs of his trousers."Right, this is not working." he mumbles under his breath. We shift around till sits with his legs spread open and I can lean back against his chest."I think we are going to. Even though his head was buried between my Mom’s big boobies I could see Ken’s eyes flash up now and again to check me out. I’d spread my legs to allow myself access and was gently tapping my fingertips against my crotch, which was probably giving him something of a show too. It was the method of masturbation I’d perfected to pass the boring hours in school. Just enough to keep you hot, but not strong enough to make you scream out with a come. Ken pulled my Mom’s panties off, making a big play. That made Raul happy. We wrestled furiously on the bed. He didn't hold back. Neither did I. I'm a six-foot-six Scottish Giantess endowed with strength the likes of which ordinary people can only dream of. I defeated the sexy black male athlete, and he was stunned. I comforted him by sucking his cock once more. That pleased him. However, as winner of the contest, I had the right to fuck him in the ass. Raul wasn't too happy about that. He reneged on his promise and tried to flee. I chased him. I was 18 and was in between my freshman and sophomore year of college. I had a cool job as a bank messenger on Wall Street and plenty of time on my hands. I used that time to hang out in Times Square which, at that time, was porn heaven. Many hours were spent looking at all kinds of loops in the peep booths. Everything from guy/girl, lesbians licking and sucking sweet pussies to shemales and crossdressers. I had seen my first shemale photo spread a couple years before in an issue of Hustler.