If nothing else, I have a spare room.”“That’s very sweet, Tommy,” I said. “But I’m tryin’ to change my life, and moving in with you ... ...ou’re a great guy, but I’m not ready for that. I don’t think you are either.”“Strictly platonic,” he said. “We could do that.”“Tommy, last resort, okay?”“Okay. Let me give this some thought. We have people who can help.”“You have people. I got shit,” I said. I felt my world swirling downward. But Tommy ... Nothing I’d seen from him gave me even a hint that he. She came up to my bedside and slipped her hand beneath the covers. Strong, capable fingers grasped and rubbed up and down my straining length. ‘Oooh, my,’ she murmured, ‘we have something really special here! But we mustn’t make a mess.’ Becky pushed the bedcovers back further and lowered her face to my abdomen. And when my sperm boiled from me in excruciating, leaping, pleasure-filled spurts, I finally knew that I really was alive! It was the end of Becky’s shift cycle and I would not see her. "Do you like my big white cock?"I'm a strong black woman. So there was no way I was about to let this little white boy think that he was in control of me. So I said "I wanna see you stroke it until you cum"Billy then say's "Say you like my big white cock or else"I reply "Or else what?"He say's "If you haven't said it by the time I count to 5, you'll be punished"He then looks me up and down and begins to count1I stand there with my arms crossed2Still no reaction from me3After he finished his. I was flattered by all the attention that the young men my age showed me and all the looks of admiration from the young woman who by tomorrow would be copying my style of dress and also my shorter haircut. As I gingerly dined I felt my bust tightening, a sign that my boobs were growing again. I noticed all the buff young stallions who sought but a single glance in their direction from me. The sight of them excited me in a way I liked, but I tried to refrain from showing them too much.