“Rob, I have never been told so many times I was a pretty woman, but if you believe it, and you want to (she made air quotes with her fingers) ‘sh...w me off’, you can do so with my blessing and permission. I have told you we are one. Together. Someday I will go to somewhere with my lady friends and I will show you off. I think you are a very handsome man. I am proud to be with you. Thank you for bringing me home.” She squeezed into the hug, prompting me to pull her into me as well. Red made some. Just leave me alone," she said in tears.But Ron didn't let go. He decided to tell her the truth. He was still confused with the whole situation. He didn't know if Hermione was telling him that she was actually in love with him and not Harry, but right now nothing mattered."Hermione look at me," but Hermione still held her eyes on the floor. "Please just look at me," he pleaded.Hermione wiped her tears and then raised her head and she looked him in the eyes. They just stood there staring at each. She pictured herself naked, her little white butt pointing in the air as she worshipped this black god cock like the whore she was. In her mind she had positioned herself on a bed between the big black mans legs her mouth open and tongue doing its very best to bath every inch of his black flesh in her saliva. She could smell his balls and taint….she stuck out her tongue licking the air picturing that feast of black cock and balls laying in front of her pretty pink whore. "Charlene 'Charli' Adkins suddenly choked on her words as she realized what she had called me. Born and raised in the small town of Clermont, Florida, Charlene was the youngest of four girls, to parents who had kept having babies because her daddy had wanted a boy. After a troubled pregnancy and delivery, they finally decided not to risk trying again, so Charlene became Charli and her daddy's little tom-boy. To this day, he still liked to tease about her prom dress being the first dress she.