My cock was at full mast. Pointing to the ceiling inside my trousers.She noticed and sauntered sexily toward me.“How does it feel to have a months�... cum packed inside your balls?” She was both playful, and genuinely curious.“I feel like I’m thirteen again. Like electricity is running through my crotch non stop.”This answer seemed to please her. She stood in front of me, looking lovingly into my eyes.“Is it ….pleasurable?”“Some discomfort in my testes, they have expanded you know…maybe to their. Most of them are what women wear in their daily lives, nothing sluttish; more "housewifish" if there is such a word? That's what I want, and that's how I can now pass unnoticed.I'm 5' 9" and 155 lbs, which translates, in Karen's language, to a near perfect size14! My bra is filled with two lock-top plastic bags containing birdseed; they form perfectly into the right shape. Pantyhose slide easily up my legs followed by a white cotton long sleeved blouse and a knee length denim skirt. Knee boots. ”“And you know what Giselle, for sure you accomplished your task!” Mobu replied. “Believe me, beautiful white lady, rarely have I felt so spent and depleted after sex. Truly, I do feel as if you sucked my soul out of me.” For a black man who prided himself on his virility, it was hard for Mobu to admit that a white woman had drained him so totally.Giselle saw how this pained him, so she wanted to make him feel better about himself. “Do not worry, my African warrior,” she replied. “I just wanted. I got out the car and started to walk, I had a light coat so within a few minutes I was truly soaked.Luckily, I saw a light in front which looked like a house, as I approached I could see that it was a small pub. I went in as was desperate for shelter from the rain.As I walked in I was greeted by a small bar with two old blokes leaning on it having a drink talking to an old guy who looked like the landlord, the two blokes looked like farmers and one had a dog curled up near his feet.As I walked.