" Yessss," hissed Amy. That was what the dildo was doing to her. Resizing her pussy for black men. She knew it was already happening. When she fucked ...er husband the night before, she knew she couldn't cum from just his cock. She needed something bigger now.She drove her hips down on the dildo in time with the girl's ass bouncing on the screen. The huge black shaft's girth was stretching her pussy as she rode. "It's too good," the girl was saying. "Your dick is amazing!"Amy knew how the girl. Was it your friend I reminded you of?"I hesitated, then decided she should know. "Yes. You are a lot likeher. Same haircut, same air of confidence, same sense of humour. When Ifirst saw you by the pool, I thought you were a ghost."She put her head in her hands. "Shit, and I said you looked as if youhad seen a ghost. What an idiot I am." You didn't know. Nothing was your fault." Oh Josie, did you ask me to stay because I reminded you of her?"Was it true? Did I invite her because she reminded me. It was well arranged. I sat on the sofa. Her kitchen was right in front of me. I was viewing her back. Her white bra was clearly visible through her semi-transparent blouse. Firm and milky boobs, her white neck and back was arousing me. She had a three or four year small son who was ready for his school. I asked her about her husband and she told me that he was out of town. After breakfast i asked to drop her son to school. She told me that he goes by bus.I thanked her and left for my college. . .’ A ‘Shoshana’ file on my computer held her deliciously warm and readable emails. Was I smitten? What do you think? After dinner at a Malaysian restaurant in late December, before she left for a family gathering, I surprised Shoshana with a Hanukkah gift, a two-CD set of Cajun and Zydeco music, reflecting our interest in world music and her knowledge of French. She called me from an airport a few days later to thank me. I doubt she understood what a huge emotional leap I had to make to buy.