She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mum?”Her mother replied, “Well, every time that you do some...hing wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.”The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, “Mummy, how come ALL of grandma’s hairs are white?”ReminiscencesThe children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. “Just think how nice it. You, Jeff, Diana – everybody – has told me I could live here forever and nothing would ever hurt me. I know that, and I'm happy with it. So why are you crying?"Jennie took a breath, grabbed some tissue and wiped her eyes. "Because, My Sister, you have no idea what you're talking about when you say you don't need a man, and it's sad to think about all the men who used you, but obviously, no one ever made love to you."Hope turned her head to stare at the ceiling again. "The last thing I need is a. I called my Black Master and begged him to come and fuck me, to make me his whore, to possess me like the real bitch I was, always horny for a black cock…He smiled on the phone and said: “Get your married little ass ready for my black cock…”Two hours later I was still lying in my own marital bed.But now my legs were bent at the knees and pulled up to my boobs as one twelve inch black cock slowly stroked my wet cunt. It slid in and out slowly, spreading my labia wider with each stroke,. His hands. His mouth. With trembling fingers I gather up my skirt and reach my hand under the hem. "Your panties," he says softly, "what color are they?" "Who says I'm wearing panties?" I whisper back. His hands stop for a moment on my breasts."No panties? Yum." "Well, I am wearing them right now. They're violet, by the way, but in one more minute they're going to be off." I lift off from the seat and tug my panties off. I brush his mouth and then his fingers with them and drop them into his.