It was female, nude, Polish. Felek's mind recorded its impressions in that order. Bare feet stepping off the stone dais, the being towered over the ga...thered, easily ten feet tall. Her hair was long, unbraided, with flowers woven into a crown. Her breasts were not large, but seemed swollen, as if full of milk. Her eyes were the softest blue, full of love, compassion. Felek felt no desire at her nudity, but rather ... peace."Who ARE you?" he found himself saying, as if needing to fill the. He stood over the crying woman with the knife looking down upon her bare body. His soot black skin seemingly tool the light light from around it.(three days later)Abigail laid upon her bed. She got up and looked in the mirror at herself. She full vacum lips plump and suculant. Her D-cup breasts perfect. Her thighs shapley, her ass juicy. She knew any guy would be lucky to have her. What she didn't know was she looked exactly how her ancestor looked. Her hair in a zig-zaging manor, her light. I love the sight and feel of his thick, viscous, white semenspewing over my tits and belly, warm from his groin and salty to thetaste. A cock has a life cycle of its own, rising from wilted impotenceto erect omnipotence. I love making it rise to its true potential. I keep photographs of my lovers' cocks. I have a dozen of them,each with 100 pages. There are black cocks, brown cocks, white cocks,yellow cocks, erect cocks, flaccid cocks, semen-spewing cocks, sperm-smeared cocks, cocks equipped. " I wondered what Jon was thinking. Dave put his hands on my shoulders, kissed my forehead and said "you look amazing". To both of us he suggested we sit. I looked. The booth he had chosen was a rounded bench around a table. We all had to slide in. I slid in first, Dave on one side of me Jon on the other. The conversation actually flowed easily. Dave was funny, smart, attentive, but not creepy. He made me laugh while throwing in a ton of compliments. With each compliment he got a bit more.