..”“YOU’RE the one who mentioned it!”“OK but still...”“Paul! Paul Macon! Get in here!”“Right now?” came a voice from the next room...The little girl put her hands on her hips. “Yes, right now! Get your ass in here!”Ten year old Paul entered the room backwards, his butt wriggling. Paula laughed in spite of herself.“And bring the rest of you too!”At that the little boy turned around and walked over to his girlfriend, draping an arm about her shoulders. “So, what is it?” he asked.“Do you wanna have. From that point on it was all about what I could feel He was behind me and he'd put out the light. First came the cuddle. Then the Vaseline covered finger that wormed its way into my bum. No big deal. Then came the round and probing knob end of his cock, pushing in and out ever so gently until he decided my ass was too tight (despite his continuous advice to me to relax) to gain entry and so he just shoved as hard as he could, with (for him) the desired result. I yelped and squirmed to. I haven’t had many dates in the last couple of years, probably since Igained weight, and those hung black men didn’t seem to care. I realize that the flattery is just a wayfor them to make money, but it still feels good to get so much attention. And those guys have huge,black cocks, and know how to use them. It’s like going to a sex candy store to see them walkingaround the nude beach." "Some of the people call these guys “rentadreads”, since they're basically man whores, and they callus white. There's a playground over on Wentworth Drive, I'll take you thereif you want." Good! That'll be fun," she answered, hitting me with that 250 volt smile she'dinherited from her mother. For a split second, I saw a ghost of the woman she'deventually become, and my heart did another somersault. Then it was gone and shewas just Little Chrissie Rinehart, the girl next door."All right then. I'll see you tomorrow morning." I raised a hand to signalgoodbye and started walking towards the brick fence,.