That was so very disappointing that I gave up looking for my black man staying home for about a month. I spent the whole month looking at interracial ...orn on my computer and masturbating. But masturbating was not nearly as pleasurable as actually having sex so after wasting the entire month I finally decided it was time to begin my search again.Week after week went by and I was beginning to believe that I was wasting my time and should just go online and try to hookup with this person. But I. I heard that his life was now hell and was scared stiff of whatshe could do to him. Despite that implied terror I found myself hatingthe guy I hadn't met yet also feeling a desperate hope that she would besomehow 'more available' to me, that my continual dreams of making lovewith this intensely feminine woman would someday become reality.Perhaps a little more of me should be understood at this point. I am andalways have been a cross-dresser, I was married to a wife who totallyrejected my needs. The men were stoic, as was expected by their captain and those who had celebrated their quest in the week-long festival held in their honor before their departure. These men were hardened, many of them in the famous wars of decades before, others survivors of savage conflicts on land and sea all around their home island. None of them expected to survive this mission given that only a lone hero had ever survived a similar voyage.Odysseus had been the first to triumph against the odds, proving. He looks back down at Stacy as he pulls his bloodied fingers out, wiping them on the inside of her panties before pulling them down around her thighs. His 8 1/2 inch cock now points directly to the opening to her violated snatch, and he leans down on top of her, first kissing her ear and then whispering into it, "Don't worry, honey. It only hurts for a minute. The rest is pure pleasure." He stands back up and holding onto her waist, begins to push his rock-hard member inside her. She's tighter.