I haven't stopped thinking of your cock since I left the house."I stared at the phone for a minute after Leslie hung up and then I picked it back up a...d dialed a number I had recently memorized. When Sylvia answered I asked, "Would you be willing to let me watch tonight's program on the big screen if I spent a little time before hand licking your pussy?" I heard her squeal, "Sugar, you sure know how to sweet talk a girl. We will have to be in our seats by six to catch the first show."That night. ”“Stop it. That's what friends are for.”She scampered off, seemingly in her element with something to do. She took a large towel from the linen cupboard and laid it out on the bed. As I slowly waddled in she had a bit of a giggle and shook her head.“Oh, I shouldn't laugh but you're moving like a mummy from the classic horror movies.”I laughed too because I knew she was right but I just couldn't move any other way at this point.“Okay, strip off and get on the bed.”I giggled again.“Best offer. Next, she be tracing her hands down my spine and then shaping along my ass cheeks, reaching and whispering, “Lookie here now, what a grand tool I found. My God, what a thick one you have, like a big snake.” The white woman clutched me hard, right in the middle of my hammer, like my dick was some kind of God damn life saver. Missus Grimes was urging me on, “Put it in my garden, James. Do some ploughing, boy!” She was almost breathless. Then we be duking.God damn, that woman could kiss and fuck.. . look ... computer..."He approached the screen. Without saying anything, he read the entire article. Unlike Ruthie, he was not overwhelmed with emotion. The shock was too great and for the moment he felt nothing at all. The hurt would come later. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets."I'm kinda wondering how come nobody's called me. I mean ... it happened yesterday ... and nobody told me anything ... it sucks ... sucks to hear about it on the news ... my dad ... on the news."Ruthie sat.