I was immediately turned on and wet. He exuded raw male sexiness. Then he looked at me with those eyes, eyes that I now know change with his mood, eye... too blue to resist. We chatted for all of 15 minutes before we were making out and he was holding my ass and my hand was on his jeans feeling his cock. So many things he had boasted and I had shot down, now only to think he was right in his audacity. I left there hoping for another meeting but not sure if it would happen. The text was just as. " No darling I'm not joking. This is serious business here. I love you too much to let you put the fire out in this marriage. I've seen it happen too many times. My way, you not only have something to look forward to, but there is the competition aspect of it all, by the way which you men thrive on." Competition?" Yes honey, with the other guys who'll be doing me on the side." What! O-On the side?"My new wife went on to tell me she fully intended to continue seeing many of her favorite. Tara knew she was going to grow at least four more inches tall, so it stood to reason her bust would increase too. Since the skeletal/muscular structure of her chest, shoulders, back and spine had been altered and strengthened at the genetic level for more efficient load bearing and weight support, she hoped she'd become a FF, or dare she dream, a G. That would sure impress the hell out of people!Yes, Tara was overjoyed. While she heard her statuesque mother sobbing down the hall in her own. She had listened to the wisdom of his teachings and was convinced of the truth of his every word. He had preached that white women were ‘the chosen ones; angels’ and especially venerated within the sanctuary of the Church of the Holy Black Staff and that her duty was to receive his special blessing whenever he should choose to bestow it and to prepare herself for the anointment. She sat in the pew and with the background low humming being emitted from the surround-sound speakers arrayed around.