It was a good fit and took nearly an hour for daddy to get me calmed down enough to talk to me. He was thinking all the things I thought he was. He re...retted losing his little girl. He liked me when I dressed up in dresses and pastels. He liked my hair done up in the elaborate styles that mommy used to do. He found it cute when I used to play with my dolls or my tea set or my play kitchen set. In short, he missed his little girl and he thought it was his fault she was gone. He was trying to get. My mother left when I was little and my father was a drunk and broke. My goal was to save up my money and go to college. I would leave this small town behind. Of that I was sure.I kept walking down the very dark street as my phone buzzed in my purse. Digging around I finally found it. It was a text from the delivery company saying my package arrived! Finally one good piece of news. I hurried home ignoring the usual group of older men that always waited for me to walk by. They would whistle and. “You’ve never been with a guy?” he asked. “No” I said, “I’m not Gay.” I had often dreamed of it and was secretly very attracted to a man’s cock, but would never admit it. To be honest though, I had wanted to suck cock for a very long time. It quickly turned into a game, a challenge. James was fit and muscular, he was obviously confident and proud of his body and quickly stripped down letting me see his huge, thick, black cock. It was difficult not to stare at it. My eyes gave away my desire. “I. Once we were going at it hard with him on top and my feet on his chest as he was slamming me on my squeaky bed with both of us grunting and moaning and lost in the pleasure when we heard a woman and some men outside laughing. After a few minutes of that, Ken pulled out, walked naked and hard to the window—they could not see his cock as they were several feet below at street level and noticed that they were listening to us. “Having fun, he asked?” “Are you?” one of the guys replied to the giggle.