.." You know what I mean, she said."No, I'm afraid I don't," I told her.Se sat across from me with her head down for several minutes, looking at the c...lothes and then back at me. Finally she raised her head and looked at me, "Daddy, can you please take my picture so I can give one to Jeremy for Christmas? Please. If you won't I'll get someone else to help me." You really want him to have a picture of you naked or nearly naked to show his friends?" No Daddy, he promised he wouldn't do that. And. I posted an article on some Yahoo sites, asking questions about the apparent disparity between our fantasies and the realities that I observed, and I got responses from quite a few black men who gave me some good advice, especially about my interest in the topic of white men sucking mature,black men’s cocks. They said one problem was that black men did not like being objectified in that way, and would be very unlikely to respond to blatant requests for sex.That made sense to me, because. I loved it when Grandpa and I had cuddles like this. I knew he loved me.My uncle and Grandpas friend came back into the lounge with their arms full of various items. I tried to back away – but Grandpa kept me tight.I started to sob, as I just knew that my cunny was going to hurt after this. Already every now and then my cunny hurt when I went for a peepee after Grandpa had pushed a tiny thin steel rod inside my peepee hole. My uncle came over first, with a bottle of beer. He took a big. Ming" is all I could mutter from one of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. Spurt after spurt when down Matt’s eager throat, he sucked me until I was so sensitive I had to tell him to stop. He stopped sucking me but he certainly wasn’t done, he flipped up my legs and jumped up between then with his raging cock aimed at my awaiting hole. I wanted Matt in me so badly but knowing Tara was watching after what she did to him made this even better. Matt lined up at my hole and stared right at Tara as.