The full length of prick awaited me.“How could you do that to them? Aren’t you human?” I wailed.“You don’t know shit what you’re talking a...out.” Terry shouted back. “I’m a damned nigger in a white world. Ain’t got nothing to with being human. Now get that twat over here and open it up before I beat it black and blue.”I looked at his outstanding organ. It was eager to fill me up again. I hated him. I’ve never stopped hating him. I shuffled up to my couch and climbed over his fat hips.“Go on and. " I counter, "You know damn well I can never lookgood wearing any kind of short skirt or low cut blouse. I look like aman!"He smiles and tells me affectionately, "You are a woman. You are mywife. You can never look terrible no matter what you are wearing."He grins and rubs in the last part, "Besides, it's your own fault. Youreally shouldn't have taunted that you were better than me ineverything. You know I was all-conference in high school and college,you just had to gloat about being better at. There have been the odd moments where we made contact, accidentally or otherwise and I once felt her run her finger lazily across the back of my collar during class, making the skin beneath my hairline prickle.Also, the casual eye contact she made as she spoke to the class, giving me hope that there was something hidden behind all those foreign words. It may have all been in my head and perhaps in my impatience, that I was confusing her actions, willing her to connect. The thought that it was. "Oh my God, oh my sweet Jesus, eat me Faraj, suck me hard, take me!" the young girl pleaded, almost senseless with the explosive burst of biting and tongue-probing her steaming cunt was enduring. Only as she began to reach her peak, just before she could properly cum on his smacking lips, he withdrew, gaining pitiful moans of despair from the young girl. They were immediately silenced by a greasy, sexy kiss of his thick lips painted with her own cream, an intoxicating slime that she gratefully.