’ ‘B-but yours are really quite firm,’ said Simon, giving Emma’s breasts a slight exploratory squeeze. He winced as his cock began stiffening ...et again. ‘Aw, thank-you, Simon,’ Emma grinned at the flattery. ‘Yes, I rather like them like this, firm enough to hold their shape, but soft enough to bounce and jiggle in that nice sexy way.’ She shimmied her shoulders again, allowing her big boobs to jelly in Simon’s hands, relishing the feeling of his taut penis thickening in her own hand as a direct. Women who were corporate executives, scientists, lawyers, and other hard-working and highly educated professionals. Yet all of us craved the almighty Black cock. Simply couldn't live without it.Well, once upon a time a Black man I loved and left my husband for walked out on me and replaced me with a big-booty Black bitch. I never forgave him that. So ever since that day, I don't let Black men fuck me anymore. I fuck them in the ass with a strap-on dildo. I make them the bitches. It's my sweet. I may not be ugly but I'm not pretty any more. I hatethis.Day 360:Mr. Simms was there. And Paul was there to. The specialist that Dr.Williams referred me to did some tests and prodded me some as well. Itwas odd, really. Being surrounded by those three men I felt... safe.They were all so swell to me. So helpful and reassuring. Both Paul andMr. Simms held my hands while the skin specialist, Doctor Koyashi, toldme the results. I cried. I tried not to but, I cried."Mr. Douglas," he began -. ”“Ok, baby,” she says hugging me, “it would be nice to get outa here.”We climb into my Navigator and drive to the club, bumping Biggie Smalls from the state of the art sound system. The windows rattle every time the base hits. We pull into the parking lot, with my boys waiting for us. We met up and walk in the club, with every head turning towards us as we enter. Mostly looking at my girl I know it , and love it. I love the fact that most of the men in this place are jealous of me.We walk back.