Almost immediately my head starts feeling lighter. What little sense of control was still left in me starts to drain away. I close my eyes. The work o... your mesmerizing gaze is done. It is no longer necessary.We stand in the middle of the room. Lips and tongues entwined. You slowly start to let go the embrace of mouth and body. Your hands glide across my arms, down, until they reach my hands. As you take my hands you tell me "You've lost control of your body, John. But your senses are still. Richard watched for a bit, laughing, and then he remembered that last time the girls had started play fighting he got in trouble for not joining in. And, after all, he had as much right to fight for the winning pile as they did! Nothing is decided yet.With a yell, he jumped into the fray..."Have those always been there?" Richard asked, pointing to a line of Christmas lights hanging over the window.The three of them were sprawled on the rug after the wrestling match, looking at the ceiling.. I was in awe. He was in complete control, and I didn't want it any other way. He casually explained to me how it was that I, a "straight" white man found myself on my knees with my mouth full of an 18­year­old's massive black cock. "This happens a lot to white boys, especially when they play sports and have contact with black men in the locker room from a young age. The natural power and dominance of the black man is clear to them, and they learn that the 'myth' of black penis size is more than. I somewhere harbored the idea that the first meeting would be three young girls standing there bashfully looking at each other. I harbored that. In its own little compartment. Because I remember the first meeting with Cindy and Tina and Susan and Nikki.I saw critical mass being formed right before my eyes as the three ran together in the center of the room and hugged.Tina had the same idea. "If you ever wonder what the center of a plutonium bomb looks like right before it goes boom, that's.