I didn't understand why something so wrong felt so good.I swore back then when I grew up and if I had k**s I would either quietly shut the door, watch...or hopefully teach them what to do to achieve maximum orgasm.Chapter 2That brings us back to the wedding reception. The bride and bridesmaids were going for some "private" photos. I didn't give a fuck I followed them to a room. Peeking in the door the woman photographer started the photo shoot by telling the girls "lift up those skirts" as she. Dad was a copy of his father. It was granddad who taught dad how to be a macho man and how to keep mom under a tight leash.I also knew that grandfather disliked niggers but I never knew why. I guess if Father Tyrone wasn’t a priest, dad wouldn’t let him inside the house also. But unlike granddad, dad was a devout religious man who dearly respected clergy no matter their race.When grandfather arrived, mom and the black priest were already in session. He had heard about mom’ troubles and knew. ”Denise thought for a moment.“I’d say I’ve read that trilogy six times and every time, it had a different author and title.”Helen turned back to her family.“Ok, I like her!”Denise began to risk strain to her smiling muscles. Helen turned back to the game that Troy had set up.“So, how do we play? Can I be the banker?”“NO!” Troy and Julie shouted simultaneously.“Helen,” Troy said. “You know you’re never allowed to be banker. In anything. Ever.”She turned back to Denise and winked.“Yeah, I do.”. That difference in soft-to-hard ratios explains some of the perceived differences in cock sizes. There was also some discussion about how black men tend to have bigger and lower-hanging testicles, but there was not much definitive research on that.I’ve never had even the least bit of attraction to men sexually and had never really paid much attention to other men’s cocks. At least that was true until I saw Jared’s cock and balls dangling like that, only inches from my face.He was so close that.