We landed, and both stumbled a bit, so we ended up in a heap, me crushed beneath Cord’s rippling body, but amazingly unhurt! I couldn’t help it, I...busted out laughing. The hysterical kind of laugh that says I just defeated death and had a blast doing it. I felt Cord’s corresponding laugh throughout my body. I looked up at him and watched as he untangled us from the heap of parachute that was pinning us down. Finally I was free to get up and move. I stood and stretched my arms high above my. After we toasted and drank a bit she tells me to sit on the chair.While I sit She finds something in the bathroom. When she comes out again I see that it's her makeup bag. She comes up to me and says, "Now we can continue your transformation ." She puts the bag on the table next to us and sits astride late in my lap, facing me. First, she takes out a red , really red lipstick as she strokes on my lips . While I can not help but put my hands on her hips and rubbing her lower back a little. My. My dick was (is) long and wide and she was so thin. I managed to satisfy far larger women with more challenging physiques with my G-d given equipment and experience. I just could not convince myself to have intercourse with someone I didn’t think really liked me. Sure enough she did come back to my apartment and my friend and his gal went back to his. We started hooking up very soon after we got back to my place and it wasn’t long before we were both nude. ‘Oh my G-d, it’s true,’ she said when. I’m a lousy judge of character. We’ll see. I brush my teeth, then shower. I go back to my room, and get dressed. I look in my closet, and realize that most of my clothes have been worn. Going to have to do laundry soon. I pick up a long-sleeved red T-shirt featuring Fat Albert and a pair of Black pants that I usually wear with my security uniform. I look at my window, where twin flags stand side by side. I have two flags at home, a Haitian flag and an American flag. I was born in Haiti and grew.