My world changed forever in that second. Despite the cold tears and the sick lump in my stomach, I prayed, hoped, and prayed against hope, that someh...ow, someway, God would let me find my precious puppy alive as I approached the corner. But there, lying in the slushy street was the battered form of my little September Snow. Kneeling in the wet, dirty sludge, I lifted her gently from the road, lowered my face and wailed. The walls of my heart were demolished into tiny pieces that cut fiercely. It showed off her shoulders and somehow made her cleavage look bigger. Thomas made a comment about her breasts and asked if she had gone to the bathroom to pump them up bigger… Ana laughed and said they were always this big, except her nipples that got bigger when sucked on. She was absolutely out of control now and horny. I knew then she was ready to fuck this huge black man. She said that a big black guy must know about big things and winked at him. Thomas said that she was right about black. "I see why the chicks are in here all the time, dude," I said. "I mean, damn. What the fuck is that thing?" I teased trying to appear cool while secretly wanting to touch it. Patrick laughed a low laugh. "Some are actually scared of it," he said. "I'll bet you can sympathize, based on that bulge," he said. I knew mine was pretty big, but not quite like his. "Mine's alright," I said. I was getting into this and feeling less nervous. Patrick had started stroking, watching the action on. She made the first proper move. I felt her small hands move down from my waist and over my hips to my ass where she slowly stroked and pinched. I was petrified right then, I didn't want to fuck this up, so I whimpered slightly to let her know I liked it. I pulled her closer into me and asked her if she was serious about doing this, she didn't reply she simply moved her hand slowly back up my body and began rolling my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I took that as consent and we kissed.