The black guy became my priority and the centre of my life – giving his beautiful black cock as much pleasure as a tgirl could was my only priority ...in life! No 8 swiftly mounted me grabbed my hips and plunged his weapon in deep causing me to wince a little as it was slightly too long for my love tunnel but I took the pain anyway as BBC always gets what it wants with me no matter how painful the experience.After what must have been a good ten mins of deep pounding and stretching of my poor pussy. First all those New York critics bitched about Em insuring her vocal chords for one million dollars. One sissy faced little round assed pucker butt said as how thirty-nine dollars ought to be considered overkill.Some of the Oklahoma reporters asked me what I thought of that and I said I thought about it like I did everything else, as little as possible. I told them actually I thought more about the condition of my bowels than I did some sissified squirt like him, even though him and my bowels. ...Over the night, we had a few drinks, listened to some music and coped with an interruption from my mate who left when he felt a bit out of place. At the end of the night, I politely offered the spare room at which point she grabbed me and asked if she could at least have a hug first. She'd lost a couple of stone since we worked together and though not particularly attractive, there's something cute about her....and the hug led to some passionate kissing at which point it was rude to turn her. Do you know why I wont bring any of my friends for a sleep over? No, why? Max said trying to force himself to sound as normal as possible. Because, I hate how they fawn over you when they see you drop me off. It drives me nuts, like when they say Oh, Jazz your dad is so hot or Hey Jazz, is your dad single? I cant stand it, having them here would be a nightmare. I can just see them trying to accidentally walking in on you when you get out of the shower. You think so, Max chuckled nervously as he.