"I think we have some butternut shirts that might fit you well enough, but I know we don't have any trousers that will. You're a tall man Mr Jefferson...and I think you're going to need to have trousers made to fit," she said."I'm sure you're right, but please call me Bill," I said.She gave me a strange look at that and I wondered if I'd made a faux pas. I knew a little about the time I seemed to be in but I didn't even have a hint about the day-to-day manners. I was worried about it for a few. I was completely spent and satisfied. ‘Well, not bad for a virgin,’ she said, ‘but I’m sure you’ll get better with practice. And if you get really good, maybe I’ll be kind enough to arrange the real thing for you. I’ll bet you’d like that wouldn’t little slut, me bringing home a nice well hung black guy to share with you. Mmmm sounds good doesn’t it baby?’ She smacked her heavy cock down against my shrinking clitty and instructed me to go get cleaned up while she readied herself for bed. I did. “What did you do last night?”“What does it look like?”“But why?”“Why do you think? Your best friend blew me out. Or didn’t she tell you that?”“Oh, Paul,” she said, softly. “You have no idea what you did, do you?”“What I did?” I realised I was shouting and tried to calm my voice. “What I did? All I did was ask if she wanted to go out again. She shot me down. She said no.”She smiled in what I’m sure she thought was a kindly manner but to me it just felt patronising. “You scared her. Terrified. With that, for the first time in our life, I placed my hand on Akram’s dick. I could feel it was not completely erect. I pulled down his shorts and underwear. There it was right in front of my eyes. I have seen it before, but never so close. I took it into my hands and started playing with it.The touch of another person, for the first time in his life, got it erected. To get his cock into its fully erect state, I started talking dirty about our moms and how we would bang them. Within no time,.