Peggy started crying in the office and she cried for days. She cursed her uncle, God, the doctors and anyone else she could think of. When I told her ...that I loved her she made some kind of comment about half a woman or something. When I suggested adopting she looked at me like I had just murdered a child. She ran into her room and I didn't see her for two days.Things really went downhill for the next six months. Out love life was almost non-existent. The few times that we tried sex I could tell. On turning around... what Jane saw before her was a tall, masculine african man. His age appeared about 30 to 34 and atleast 6 feet 5 inches tall. He was as black as coal and had the perfect masculine features with not an ounce of fat in him. Jane scanned each feature of the big black adonis before her. The coal black skin on his neck glistening with sweat... caused her jeans to glisten with juices. According to her he was the symbol of an active male. "May I help you, young lady?" said the man. I swear to Dracula or whoever you hold sacred, whatever you want ... I want to live forever, never grow old, and never lose my beauty ... pretty please?” Mom begged me while sucking my stiff prick, of course.“Mom ... Vicky, I don’t even know how to turn someone yet, but I’ll consider your request under advisement. I wouldn’t like to train a pet only to lose her to death or menopause or whatever else might make you less than fully available for satisfying my needs,” I considered what she said. ” she said as she pulled out of his arms, twisting her torso so she could face him. She then dipped her head and bit into his neck. Oliver’s hips jerked up against her, and a growl sounded at the back of his throat while his body tensed like a coiled spring. “I’m beginning to think you have an ulterior motive,” he breathed. Aria kissed him quickly, “Maybe I do,” she gave him another kiss, “Maybe I don’t,” she said, her smirk never faltering. “I’m betting on the first one,” Oliver said. Aria.