‘I take it you’ve never been with a black man.’ No I haven’t. Oh my God! I thought maybe it was just something people said. Seriously?! He ask...ed me if I wanted it. I shook my head yes. Oh I wanted it. I was also a little scared of it. I reached out and began stroking him, watching it grow even bigger. I could wrap both hands around it, one on top of the other and still not cover the length of it. Now the question is, am I really this much of a slut? As it turns out, I am. I leaned over in the. He dreamt about her, followed her when he could, and was, in every way fascinated by her. No matter how long it took him, he was certain that she would remain chaste for him. He would kiss her tenderly, hold her in his arms, caress her gently, and the, make her a woman. This was all he thought about, whenever he saw her. After watching her shower from his vantage point in the air duct, seeing her body naked, and so close to him, he would get so hard a mere touch of his cock would bring an. Teeth brushed, clothes aimed at the dresser and I’m asleep, dreaming about being naked on the basketball court, hoping nobody notices. The one I’m guarding (I guess it must be a girls’ team) keeps bumping me. Her team wears silly nightcaps.But then I wake up and what’s going on?I’m still on the court, but also in my bed. But it’s not my gym shorts that are slipping down; it’s my sheet. I crack an eye enough to tell that my door’s ajar, the hall light silhouetting Andrea’s nightcap beside my. "What did he have to do with anything?" Well, hon. Your Mom was not the first one to meet your Father. I was. In fact, I'd been dating your Father for several weeks before he ever met your Mother. I'd fallen in love with him at first sight. I know it sounds hopelessly romantic, but I truly believe we were meant to be together." Jane confessed, feeling a bit more steadied now that her momentum was building."Wow!" Tom exclaimed. "I had no idea. No one ever told me." My mistake was in bringing him.