“No way,” Merry said, “I’ll kill him if he does that. He’d better do it on Christmas Day as a Christmas present.” Merry’s birthday was o...n Christmas Eve. Her parents spelled her name after the holiday greeting. She hated it. When she got older, her parents became understanding. They celebrated her birthday on June 24th every year. And Merry now expected her man to do the same. At the mall, we passed by the usual holiday spectacles and displays. Of course, there was Santa Claus and the elf. Needles fall out, belts break, and gears grind. The thread tension becomes as erratic as the chart of a brain wave, leaving great gobs of thread on the underside of whatever is being sewn.This time I approached it as I would a faithful old dog. I patted it on the head, spoke kindly nonsense to it and stroked its well worn spine. I softly explained what I was doing as I loaded the thread, filled the bobbin and threaded the machine, hoping this would keep it from being confused and doing. " You've figured out a way to give me back my man parts and got me agirlfriend."Steve chuckled. "Yeah right. I'm a doctor, not a genie." What's that supposed to mean?" It doesn't matter. What does matter is that after your successful testrun last night, I've gotten you full access to the fruits of Zerotech'sweapons division." How could what went on last night be considered successful by anyone?" You didn't die. That's pretty much the only watermark for success wehave around here." That makes me. He smells like cocoa butter and sweat, and his fat Black head hits my chin as it flips up out of his drawers. It’s a shining black, thick, hairless rod, curly black hair at the base, the head slowly emerging from the foreskin as I put both my hands on it, too big to hold with just one. I don’t know if it was 1 moment or 2 but my drooling mouth opened and, for the first time in my life, and the best moment ever, I stretched my mouth over that Big Black Cock and became a BBC sucker. My hands were.