I told him what was going on with Aimee and asked him right out if it was true."I wish I had a dollar for every white woman who has asked that questio..., but the answer is no. If you randomly select five hundred white men and five hundred black men you would probably find the same statistical variance in each group. If there were ten very large cocks in the black group you would find nine, ten or eleven very large cocks in the white group. The same could be said for medium sized cocks and small. He's a lucky son of a bitch, she thought, but then so is she!Ged's flight was uneventful and he managed to sleep. He arrived at the house to find it warm and aired and remembered Karin had been in after he emailed her that he was coming home.He was jet lagged and half awake in spite of the sleep on the plane. He sent an email to Gus and Graham telling them he had arrived but needed a day to recover from the journey. Then he tried to stay awake, but gave in and took an hour's nap in the. . your friend, remember?" Yeah, I know Mrs. Barton." Call me Ellen. No one is around. We're alone." Yeah, I know,,, Ellen." He rasped.He managed an embarrassed smile and nearly melted when he stared into her big brown eyes. He glanced down and realized he could tell the color of her panties, yellow, even through the nylon of her pantyhose. He felt his cock react, and could imagine the heat that would be there, far up her thighs near her panties. Not that he had really felt that heat, not yet.. She sucked on his fingers trying to taste his cock. She loved his smell, sweaty and yet still sweet. He said, “Spit on my hand. Get it nice and wet so I can stroke my cock for you.” She did as he ordered and slobbered into his hand. As he pulled his hand back towards his cock she leaned over the seat and followed with her mouth. When he gripped himself she clamped her mouth over his head and applied more saliva. As she was bent over the seat sucking on him he sat up and reached over her.