"What you looking at white boy?" he sneered. He was looking down at my small white cock.I jerked my head straight and mumbled back, "Sorry." Hey you w...nt to take a closer look?" he said. He was starting to shake the excess piss off it.I froze and didn't say anything. Then I slowly nodded my head and stared down at his crotch and huge hanging black cock. It was ten inches long and two inches thick, but even more exciting he was uncircumcised. My wife loved uncircumcised cocks and she made fun of. She did, fighting back the tears as the liquid burned the back of her throat. Even as she choked it down, he was refilling their glasses. ‘Have you heard of Tina Ferragmo, Grace?’ ‘Yes. Of course.’ Everyone had heard of the rock chick who so tragically died from a drug overdose two years ago. ‘Tina was an Angel, Grace. Then she decided she wanted out. She hadn’t listened properly when I told her an Angel is an Angel forever. Tragic.’ He sent a plume of smoke skywards, allowing the implication. It’s a put on, it’s a put-on.”-The Who, “Eminence Front“The “back from commercial” jingle played, as Sally and Cara, America’s favorite contractually-obligated BFFs, pretended to have been involved in an intense conversation and just now noticed that they were back on.“Welcome back,” Cara said to the camera. “To Up Your Morning! With Sally & Cara.” She turned back to her co-host; whom she would always silently resent for getting front billing, because ‘Cara & Sally’ even made fucking sense. You realise the other two have stopped at your knees, and as you realise this they start to slide between your legs, curling around your thighs in opposite directions. You feel them, every millimetre, simultaneously as soft as a feather and as firm as a builder's grip.They wind around your thighs, slowly caressing your ever more sensative skin. You realise, when there is only an inch left of your inside thigh, that these forces have opened your legs enough that there is a distinct gap between.