Grandma Betty never wasted money on buying me clothes, she always said, ‘That’s your parents job. My job is to spoil you rotten. Or what would be... the fun of being a grandma Dunky? So you just pick the toy you want, just one toy mind you, but any one that you want.’ Of course picking just one toy from such a vast array piled to the ceiling in row after row of endless isles would be like trying to find the perfect cherry from an entire orchard of cherry trees. But being six years old I knew. Her resplendent green panties shone like a beacon leading men to the promised land, and Erica had a hard time concentrating on reading the titles of the book spines as the whirring of cellphone cameras filled up the background noise. The shelf was a long one and she had to edge along for several meters looking for the book in question. With every title she passed over, the desire to stand up straight became stronger and stronger in her. Surely the book she was looking for must be around here. " How would you know? You only tasted it that once and not for very long, neither. You ought to do it again. I like that exotic stuff." He grinned down at her hopefully."Well shit, Lee Roy, stickin your dick in a girl's mouth ain't exotic. It's dirty. Nice people don't do that shit." Her tone of voice left no room for argument."Aw hell, Cass, if we was doin' it with each other, what's so bad about that?" Lee Roy still hoped to convince her to give him some more."You wanna do it to me, Lee Roy?". I laughed and assured him he wasn’t.“So you’ve been with a black man before?” he asked.“Yes I have!” I said proudly.“Your parents know?” he asked.“Not really.” I replied.“So they only know about the white boys huh?” he asked.“Not all of them.” I replied with a giggle.“Well what do you want to do about this girl?” he asked.“I don’t know?” I said.“Well do you want my black cock or not?” he boldly asked.“Yes!” I said smiling at him as he smiled back at me.“Well prove it when we stand up to go to.