Even I like to have some fun.Me: You really want me to take off my clothes?Riya: Yes. Why not?Me: I thought you are just telling this to make me feel ...happy.Riya: I know your feeling. You must be thinking that I would just say this to all the men I chat with.Me: Yes.Riya: But honey, I am not like other girls.Me: What do you mean?Riya: I would not ask a man to strip if I really did not want to. I might say yes if he voluntarily offered me.Me: Really?Riya: Honey, please stop asking questions and. His previous examples were all there, but one stood out inparticular. In the sea of men who had become extreme goddesses oflimitless sizes and proportions there was a guy in his 40's, same as me,who was transformed well beyond anything I had ever seen. He start at anaverage build maybe 5'10 and 175 pounds, but wow, what he became. He nowdefinitely she stood about 4'8 and so soft and delicate. Though herframe was super slim she had an enormous set of boobs for her size. Iguessed DD's at least.. He was surprisingly gentle and attentive as he wiped cum, drool and sweat from my face and neck. He winked at me and gave my hair a quick ruffle, looking at his fingers and frowning when he realized the tackiness wasn't hair gel, but cum."Such a slut," he said, giving me a friendly jab with his elbow.He went back into the bathroom and washed his hands. I had thought my night was over but apparently he had other ideas because he suddenly stood in front of me, a devilish smile playing across his. I encountered this chubby, matronly Arab woman when I first moved into the Donald section of the town of Vanier, Province of Ontario. There are lots of Arabs in the neighbourhood, along with Somalis. Me? I'm just a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent who moved there because the rent is cheap, basically. My name is Mathieu Jean Pierre. I was born and raised in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I'm new to the town of Vanier and so far, this place sucks. The only good thing.