“LMAO! He doesn’t have a choice!” I sent back.Yet another black guy who knows how to talk to a white woman honestly.“I’ll pick u up on my bi...e tomorrow, and get at that pussy.” he sent.“Sounds good to me! I can’t wait : )” I typed back to him.Soon enough I was on the back of his bike feeling the vibration from the ride in my thighs and pussy as I hung onto Aaron for dear life. I loved riding on his bike but I honestly couldn’t wait to be riding his black dick! We arrived at his place he said he. I didn't know they had that sort of thing way back then.Right here we are in the first years of the twenty first century, say granny was twenty when she posed for these pictures then they must have been taken some 70 years ago making it late 20's early 30's. Under the first album there was a couple more, all the same, no not quite the third was of granny but this time she was with some men, and none of them were my granddad. Mostly it was just one, sometimes two and a few with more, looked like. My cock was so hard, I lifted up my panties and found the first layer of panties was soaked with my pre-cum. I rubbed it a little then licked it off my finger before sliding my cock back underneath. Gary yelled out to me “Sissy boy, come here”. I had no idea where it came from but followed my senses and found Gary in the bathroom. He was sitting down on a small chair in front of the toilet with a razor, some shaving cream, and two tubs of water by its side. Again, “come here sissy boy” as I. I notice the child's eyes beginning to droop. Her eyes close and I gently put her back in the crib, and sighing walk back to the kitchen. I rinse the bottle out and clean up. It looks like my kitchen but a little different I think as I look around, but too tired to think about it, I stumble back up the stairs to mine and the baby's room. As I lay down in the bed and pull the comforter up, I notice it looks strange. Like it is not my usual one. I am becoming too tired to think, and my.