I put on a pair of clip on dangly earrings, and a little heart necklace. I took my purse with my keys, some lipstick and makeup, and a few dollars. Wo...king up my courage, I left a little earlier then usual. I must have stood outside his door for five minutes before I actually knocked. He wasn’t there, my heart sank. I must have went back a dozen times, before I gave up. Filled with disappointment I sat in my room. I thought, I can leave a note! Carefully I started writing one. After a few. I wrap my legs around this man's huge black back and begin to massage his cock with my pelvic muscles as he tries to move in and out of my stretched pussy but I don't allow him to withdraw as I want to be filled with all of his black seed. He begins to sew his seed as he moans, "I will never fuck a Black Woman again, I want to fuck you for ever, I have always wanted to fuck you Jane from the first day I saw you, I want to knock you up with a black c***d. You will breed black babies for me."I. When Bree was finished she sat on the edge of her bed about as far away from me as she could."You're gonna tell my mom, aren't you? "I looked at her and nodded."Why? She is gonna kill me." Because your mom needs to know something like this is going on," I said."No she doesn't," she snipped back. "It is my life, not hers." Bree, sex is something that is a very serious matter. I thought your mom had pretty much impressed that on you. You both seem pretty comfortable talking to one another about. You were afraid to touch yourself for fear of losing control, the thoughts torturing & inflaming you. Your mind could see Me dropping My robe, standing at your Mother's side with My huge black flesh jutting from Me. Maybe just lazily masturbating as I thought about what I was going to do to your Mother. You'd never wanted anything to begin so badly in all your life & the first sound jolted you like an electrical current had run through your body. Your Mother's guttural groan caused your pussy.