Richard, what you said before has given me the confidence to admit to some things that I never thought I'd tell any one."And Roger told them. He didn'...t hold anything back. Partly it was because his parents and his sister were still back in Tunbridge Wells and partly because he received plenty of sympathy from all five of them, especially Richard. He told them of his father's gambling problems and the troubles that caused his family, especially his mother and later his sister. Of course he told. We drifted off to sleep.In the morning, I woke up on my side with her bottom tight against my stomach. My left arm was stretched out and her head was on it. One hand was holding my left. The other hand was holding my right hand that had slipped under her tee shirt and cupped her breast. It was incredibly firm. With her hand holding mine, I couldn’t have moved my hand away from her body if I had wanted to do so. I didn’t. She slowly woke and realized how we were lying. Her hand held mine to her. You lift your arms, your breasts becoming taught and I cannot resist the invitation to touch them, stroking from underneath, lifting them, running my palms over the nipples, feeling them harden, you taking in a sharp breath as I do. You look lovely standing there, eyes on mine, swaying at my touch, smiling as my hands move to your stomach and thighs. I move my hands over your ass, your lower back and you move forward to rub against me. I back up a step and with my eyes tell you no, stand where. White guys could fuck. There was no doubt of that, but, for Cindy, she had no intentions of ever going back to white cock---not as long as she could find a nice big black one, instead; and Willis had bluntly told her that she was the sort of white woman that black men like him (and that included the younger black guys especially) who would ALWAYS want to fuck!"What you need," he had told her, "is a big black cock, like mine, to show you what a real man can fuck like---and, what a woman, like.