Mike looked up. "Want to see me with a hard on? I don't see how I'm going to get it to go down, looking at you." Mike, don't screw with me -- I can't ...ake it!" Lois gasped. "What about my..." Clit?" Mike finished. "It's cute. Does it feel good if it's played with?" It's not a clit, it's a..." It doesn't matter what it is -- it doesn't bother me. NOTHING about you bothers me. And about one hundred percent of you makes me horny. Put some clothes on, or I won't make any promises about what I'll. She’d dropped the one she was holding and stepped back across the narrow hall and flattened herself against the wall before she could manage to gain her composure. “What…are you doing?!” she hissed at him. “I was just…comparing…y’know…they’re as big as the golf ball,” he said, lifting his hands slightly to show her…to back up his claim. “Fuck!” she blurted and just closed her eyes. “How fucking big are you going to get?” she asked in a way that he knew meant she really didn’t want him to. "She put her left arm around his neck to steady him and then made a fist with her right hand and pushed her knuckles into his back muscles."My God, you found it. That stings." "I'm going to hold it there and you relax the muscle. Concentrate."After a minute, she could feel the muscle give way as she pushed into it with the heel of her hand. "Now, relax it again."After a couple of minutes, he said, "Mmmm, that feels much better." OK, your turn. My left breast must be heavier or something. My. "Yes," I nodded."Go on." It-i-it's just," I stuttered. I felt completely humiliated by the whole line of questioning."It's just that i thought it was some dumb stereotype. The big black dick. I've seen porn and all, i just never...in person its just...i thought it was some kind of myth..." I shifted in my seat and trailed off. I felt my erection rub against my shorts. God he was huge. And I still couldn't take my eyes off of it. "Touch it," he whispered, almost gently, "It's not gonna hurt.