Ron said he asked Zola if he would like to make love to a white wife and after some discussion he had agreed. Now I was actually looking forward to me...eting him although I was nervous. I prepared dinner with wine and my husband answered the door bell and invited Zola in.I greeted a handsome young African man, the blackest I had ever seen. I thought, "Wow he looked like a real muscular God of something." My heart was beating fast as we sat for dinner. We made small talk and I could not get over. My readin' and writin' wasn't so good and I had to do a lot of tutorin' in those subjects. But I made straight A's in math. Daddy said, 'You sure are smart, just like your momma.' “We lived pretty good for the next few years. Daddy was always tellin' me how much I reminded him of Momma. Like, he really started tellin' me when I got my period. I turned twelve in December of 1997. I remember bein' so embarrassed to tell him. But I couldn't just go to school all bleedin' outta my private parts! We. . gliding in the air breathing fresh old air and floating through the wet warm waters of vices drinking from the lips and from the lollipops seeing how they opened up and how they closed down slowly smoothly and softly scrubbing the skin caressing the skin sucking licking touching and fucking the skin rubbing one skin next to the other melting and moistening sweaty and salty this and that here and there up and down in and out now and then slow and fast soft and hard politely and harshly kindly. It felt good, and it hurt. When he pressed himself back in, she cried out again. Pleasure. Pain. Slowly, he worked his large cock into her acclimating core. Every thrust brought a grunt, and Mary could tell he was being gentle for her. One hand came to lightly manipulate her hard, distended clit, while the other held her hip in a bruising grip.With every swipe of his finger and every thrust of his hips, Mary began to feel less pain and more delight. Her hands rose over her body and she held her.