? ?You don?t shut up; I?ll knock your fuckingteeth out.???? In spite of the drug hangover resulting ina pounding headache, my survival instincts kicke... in and I closed my mouth andwas quiet as I observed he was black, heavily muscled and covered in skin art,the kind you get in prison.? He was also wellendowed and giving me a good railing.? Atthe moment, he was pulling all the way out then slamming it home.? His cock head was bouncing off my cervixcausing me to grunt in pain on every. Anyway, the girl that was laughing the hardest asked me. "Can I go shopping with you and pick out some clothes that match?"Clothes that matched was really a new concept for me, but I was game. My charge card got quite a workout, but it was worth it and I learned what a body shirt was and my pants seemed a lot snugger than before. She really knew her stuff. It was quite a transformation. Thats when I figured out that the right clothes really do make a difference.Now that I was dressed for the. “Oh fuck, fuck...” I gasped through gritted teeth, my climax imminent. I could feel it building. I was powerless to stop it.“I’m close, real close,” she shrieked as spasms shook her body.Her slender arms gripped my body with vice-like force as she lifted from the ground, throwing both legs around me. The movement forced my cock deeper and she yelped as the depth pained her. Then, closing her eyes, she threw back her head and screamed. Full-on screamed. Oh, my fucking life - there wasn’t a soul. It’s the only way I can orgasm now with another person, their penises aren’t large enough and I can’t get them to kiss me down there. They must be grossed out by my pubic hair” Jon’s mom started to whimper while Jon sat dazed and unable to comprehend the sudden changes in his mom’s attitude and the things she was saying to him. The things that he had chance to see.“I wish I could shave myself but I’m scared, my vagina is delicate and I just can’t bring myself to do it, so I can’t bring anybody.